Know what I like about new technology? It allows me to not look like a hick or a fool when stuff doesn't work. 25 years ago, there would never have been a good excuse for why your whole offices' phone system cratered. Today, even the biggest companies routinely have their whole communications infrastructure go down while the elves scamper about getting it back up... preferably within the hour.
Another example... cellular telephones. When I first went out on my own, a had one of those big analog bag phones that plugged into my truck lighter. I could call anyone FROM anywhere and get a crisp connection. In fact, I remember clearly the $175 phone call that lasted from south of Childress through Floydada to Midland where an ol' boy was screaming profanities about my mother while I told him to sit tight, I would be there in a couple fo hours to kick his ass. Crystal clear reception.
Today, 20 years later, I can't even keep a call online when I am on Westheimer Road in Houston and calling a static local line, much less a call to the office from the remotes of Jim Hogg County. The average lifespan of a cell phone for me is about 3 months. The average way they break is from blunt force trauma as they are thrown to the pavement from a moving car. My latest is a Treo, which is a spectacular piece of, well, you know. The only reason it still exists is because I don't want to lose my address book, and am bewildered about how to get it out.
In any case, modern technology has done a great job of setting low expectations. We used to expect excellence, now we just want it to work at all, sometimes. Maybe it is the parable of our age. And the guy who I told I was driving across 300 miles of west Texas road to whup? We ended up drinking some beers and becoming friendly, if not exactly friends. That is the Texas way!