Technology Makes Me Feel Stupid

Toddler with Laptop
Toddlers even have Laptops

I cannot blame the phone and wireless carriers. Scientists and Engineers. Basically, everyone involved with technology breakthroughs.

It’s the programmers I blame. Writing all those applications for your cell phone. Oh, sorry – I meant to say “Apps”.  Forgive my old brain that likes words and not abbreviations. I only appreciate shortened words when I have to text someone.  I use the ‘suggested’ words often because it takes less time. And let’s face it – I don’t have all the time in the world anymore.

“Smartphones” no longer fit in your hand, or your pant’s pocket. They are closer to tablet size now and I have figured out why. They want you to download movies, TV shows and watch them on their “big” screen. The “Don’t Text and Drive” signs will soon say “Don’t Watch Your Soaps and Drive.”  As if.

Remember “flip phones”?  They were fun to pretend they were communicators from Star Trek, you know, Beam me up, Scotty!

I loved wireless technology from the beginning. When my clunky secondhand car would break down (as it often did), I no longer had to hike to the nearest phone booth. Hey, anyone thinking, ‘what’s a phone booth?’  needs to leave now – it’s past your bedtime.

It was so easy back then. Flip open the phone, punch in the phone# and call someone.  Plain and Simple. No texts. No tweets. No internet access. No tiny keyboards that only a grade school kid could read and fit their fingers on, but buttons to actually push! Touchscreens seemed so cool and futuristic when they first came out. The novelty has worn off, at least for me, so please, bring back real buttons.

Kids immediately figure out how to download and play games, of which there are millions. Most don’t even have rules or how-to’s where you can get a clue from.  No manual you can download from the iTunes Store to translate game apps either.  I know because I have made many searches looking for one. All I want to do is figure out how to play Minion Rush with my granddaughter. I hate seeing that disappointed look on her face.  Her “my grandma is not very smart” look.

My vehicle uses my cell better than I do!  It will play music I have loaded on my phone through the speakers. Off the phone, the map app turns into a navigation tool. And guess what else?  I can tell my car to call someone! I can answer the phone (or not) when it rings. I can text someone using my voice.

I will do all those things and many more – once I learn how to work everything in the cockpit, I will have a lot more fun.  No, I do not have an airplane. I have a new car with 4 console displays, toggle switches, buttons – quite a few are even attached to the steering wheel. Others attach to my rear-view mirror, which hangs very low because buttons, etc. are above the windshield, and up to the roof.

On my way to an appointment this morning, a warning and a few beeps occurred. I wasn’t able to see what the warning was for because by the time I found the console it was displaying on – the words went off and the normal display was back.  Another thing to look up in my manual. After I figure out the instructions on setting the Date/Time. All I know is that I have to connect my cell to the Bluetooth and do 10 steps after that.

I have had my car close to three years now, and every time I drive it, I discover more things I do not understand about it. Things I probably should know about, and I worry about not knowing them.  The only thing valuable I have learned from the manual is that the manual is wrong.  About everything I have tried to figure out.  I learned how to set the Date/Time from a YouTube video.  At the dealer, I learned what my tire pressure should really be set at and that the low tire message was not malfunctioning.

I did not realize getting a new car would be so stressful.  Hubby bought an old car and the manual is spot on.  Not only that, but there are no computers in charge of anything running the car.  The car is all mechanical.

So, why didn’t I buy a simple car like his? Because it is a 1930 Ford Model A.  That’s why.

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Giggles N’ Bits Thursday

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Because I don’t know how my week is going to go, Thursdays will either involve giggles OR somebody throwing snits.

In case you didn’t grow up in West Virginia, a “snit” is snotty fit. Unlike the tantrum, a snit is violently verbal, not so much physically abusive, although, a few have been known to morph.

This week has been all over the map as far as good and evil go. It will be more of a middle ground, which is totally not as fun as the other two – for you, I mean.

Once Upon a Time…

For those of you who use computers, you will enjoy this story… My laptop is hanging in by a kilobyte and last week it could not find it’s own hard disk (a.k.a. it’s brain). I, a computer technician, immediately went into “rescue” mode and backed up every folder, file, MS Office docs, photos and a gazillion quilt guild files.

After setting up the basics, and trying to get oriented to a ‘Windows 10’ system, I plugged in the back-up flash drive. When ever things are supposed to go smoothly, they do not. I know this, but I was not prepared for the magnitude of problems I got myself into.

First, I did not realize that the ‘backup’ drive (OneDrive) would copy all the files I copied over. It only had 5 GB of space, so it rapidly filled up. This sent me a bunch of error messages, wanting me to buy more room. Forget this! I would figure out the way to control the OneDrive thing later but I needed to get my files loaded and keep working on getting my system ready.

So, I told OneDrive to delete the files. That was the beginning of the disaster that ensued. They were deleting along just fine and when I closed that window, and I saw the second window that warned me “if you delete contents from OneDrive, those files will also be removed from your computer.

WHAT?!?

Who thought up THAT brilliant plan? Obviously Windows 10 programmers. Because said programmers are not stupid, I decided that it was some kind of joke. I was NOT amused.

Not time to panic, I told my self. Now that the OneDrive was turned off, I could download the files again to the computer. BUT WAIT!

The #@$%&*! OneDrive ate the files off of my back-up disk also.

Frustrated and too mad to think, I shut off the new toy and went to bed. This morning, I figured out how to handle this. I got my laptop and booted it up, so I could pull the missing files off of it. It would no longer accept my Windows password. This was my own fault for using the same one for my new desktop. And, Windows website to reset passwords was “out for maintenance”.

Being determined, (a.k.a. stubborn as heck), I logged in using the Guest account that required no password. HA! Take that you little computer… Then it occurred to me that if my file permissions were textbook – I would not be able to access my real account. I prayed that these were messed up along with all the other things today.

They were! The files I needed were in a folder called “Membership Records.” Unfortunately, there were many different folders named just that in a variety of places. I found the ones which contained older versions of our quilt guild’s 2021 Member Roster – Last year, Jan & Feb of this years. Where was the March One? I could not have lost that file! I did not have time to start from scratch, and I just got many member renewals in the mail that I need to update that file with! As the chair of the membership team I was mortified. Embarrassed Ashamed. One thing kept running through my mind – “Diane was gonna kill me!”

After my tantrum, I did a search of the entire hard disk of the laptop. One of the listed folders had a Roster file dated March 22, 2021.

Whew! It is afternoon now. This adventure began in the morning, so I am too exhausted to work on that file now. I am really thinking about a nap, but alas, I have grocery shopping and housework to do. A frustrating morning with a bit of a happy ending.

So I ask you, is this post a giggle or a snit?

An Eye Opener

*** This little story really made me laugh and reminded me of a dear cousin, who is a pilot for a commercial airline. ***

I was flying from San Francisco to Los Angeles.  By the time we took off, there had been a 45-minute delay and everybody on board was ticked.  Unexpectedly, we stopped in Sacramento on the way.  The flight attendant explained that there would be another 45-minute delay, and if we wanted to get off the aircraft, we would reboard in thirty minutes.

 Everybody got off the plane except one gentleman who was blind.  I noticed him as I walked by and could tell he had flown before because his seeing-eye dog lay quietly underneath the seats in front of him throughout the entire flight.  I could also tell he had flown this very flight before because the pilot approached him and, calling him by name, said,  “Keith, we’re in Sacramento for almost an hour.  Would you like to get off and stretch your legs?” 

Keith replied, “No thanks, but maybe my dog would like to stretch his legs.  Would you take him for me please?” 

Now picture this.: All the people in the gate area came to a complete and quiet standstill when they looked up and saw the pilot walk off the plane with a seeing-eye dog!  The pilot was even wearing dark sunglasses. People scattered, not only trying to change planes but also trying to change airlines!

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Stay Sane & Stay Safe
♥  TTFN  ♥