God must think my misery is hilarious

I hate my life.

Not really, but sometimes I get the feeling that something is out to make things just that much more difficult for me. I think about the idea of self sabotage, of self fulfilling prophesy and negative attitudes and creating my own reality. I even came up with a scientific version that translates it into probability fields that we generate based on quantum mechanics and the observed reality in relation to the observer, we being probability generators that change the substance of reality by holding beliefs that limit a parameter of possible outcomes and in essence being responsible and accountable for the end results. But sometimes shit just don't work.

I seriously just spent a good couple of hours trying to fix something and going through all the steps that I knew to fix it, and when that didn't work I set aside pride and looked up instructions that I followed to a tee. When that didn't work, I asked a co worker to walk me through it and I listened patiently as he described the same steps that I had taken. When that didn't work, I asked someone else to do it while I watched. And I watched the same steps. I saw the same thinking. I observed the same patterns of behavior and watched as a different outcome presented itself.

It was fixed. I was thankful that it was fixed. I didn't care that it was me that fixed it.

Really.

Then I turned it off, took it from the work bench and put back where it belonged, maybe twenty feet away, turned it back on, and it was broken. Again.

I quashed the rising frustration and set to fixing it. I ran through the steps patiently, did everything I had just seen, just watched, thinking that I must've missed something the first time I tried and now, with it fresh in my mind, I could fix it.

Still nothing.

The person that had fixed it came over, glanced at it, plugged it back in and it worked just fine.

If insanity is repeating the same steps over and over again and expecting different results, then this is crazy. And if this is crazy, what the hell am I?