Samantha's on her Period Again

I recently moved from New York to Colorado and I rely heavily on my GPS to keep me from getting lost. Samantha is the voice I use in my GPS to tell me when and where to turn and yesterday she was having her period. I say this, because whilst driving into Denver to apply for a job, she kept telling me to turn the wrong way down one-way streets, the first time of which I barely avoided my life ending by a head-on crash with a metro bus. I was instantly reminded of the Terminator movies and wondered if this was one of "Sky Nets" plans to kill off all humans. After scolding Samantha for trying to kill me and swearing at her every time she told me to go the wrong way, I eventually arrived at my destination, which turned out to be a waste of time since the manager told me they are only accepting applications online. On returning to my car I turned Samantha on and programmed her to take me home. She gave me the silent treatment, pretending not to have a signal, leaving me to drive in circles in the less civilized parts of Denver. I apologized to her profusely over and over, promising never to curse at her again and to compliment her more. Eventually, after twenty minutes or so of silence, she forgave me, cheerfully telling me the rights and lefts I needed to take to get home. Most of the time Samantha is good to me, but one week every month when she starts to get moody I have to hook her up to my PC for routine maintenance...and sometimes I even buy her chocolate.