Coping with today's technology is going to give me a nervous breakdown. I don't know how many meltdowns I can have before I crack. I have been uploading a lot of old pictures onto my computer. I put them in folders, and when I went to look for them later, I couldn't find them. Literally. After about twenty attempts, and after coming alarmingly close to hurling my computer through the picture window of my second floor apartment, I said a prayer to St. Anthony. Old reliable! I found the pictures. He must know I can't afford a new computer.
So today I go to the gym, and since none of my friends accompanied me, I watched the TV to amuse myself while I pounded on the treadmill. The problem arose when I tried to turn the TV off, and could not figure out how. The remote control didn't have an on/off button. What it did have was a room/off button. I didn't want to press it, because I assumed it would shut off all of the power in the room. Feeling my temper and frustration reaching their limits, I asked this young hottie on the next treadmill to show me how to shut the TV off. He promptly pressed the room/off button!!! I saw him stifle a chuckle when I told him what I thought that button was for. Call me crazy, but the last time I checked, on and room were not synonyms.
Yesterday, I had to schedule a meeting in work in one of the conference rooms. Scheduling is done through the Email account. Go to the calendar, pick a date and time, Email an invitation to the attendees, and...Email the room! I'm not kidding-every conference room has its own Email address, and it responds to the invitation to indicate if it is available or not. What the fudge! I feel like I'm living in an episode of The Jetsons.
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