So you start an application. But you know it'll take a minute or two to be ready to go. So, you have three options:
- You could stare at your monitor, unmoving, zombielike, perhaps drooling just a tad.
- You could go do something — get coffee, go fishing, raise a family.
- You could start working in a window that's already open. Like that document you're writing in Word. Or that email to which you're replying. Or that post you're composing for your moderate (or high) traffic blog.
I reserve #1 for watching TV, and #2 for when I'm doing those activities — which I don't do instead of doing something else.
And, perhaps thanks to my Mom, I'm a pretty fast typist. If I'm on a riff, the words pretty well fly out. And, though self-taught, I'm basically a touch-typist. That means I don't always have to be watching the screen.
Ah, but Windows. Windows knows better than I do which window I should be working in.
So, though I might have started that application 10, 40, 75 seconds ago, and though I might be in the middle of a sentence... for no apparent reason, by sheer sovereign gracelessness, Windows plucks me out of the window I'm working in, and smacks me down in the window it thinks I should be in.
Now, I may not know this for a half-dozen words. Or I may hit "Enter" or the space-bar, to separate words or start a new paragraph (chiastically speaking) — but that isn't how the new window interprets those moves. It sees a spacebar as a selection; it sees an Enter as "OK," or "Cancel," or "Delete all hard-disk files."
And because I'm really typing fast, I don't even see it happen until it's too late.
So I want to tell the programmer-dudes, "Look, dude — I'm in the window I want to be in! If I wanted to be in that window, I'd switch to that window! I don't expect apps to pop up with the speed of light, so I'm doing something in the meanwhile. So please, blink on the taskbar, give a discreet little 'boop' — but don't yank me out of my window and into your window, okay?"