Sometimes technology blows me away. I have no idea how it works, but as I said to my children while flawlessly educating them,
“You don’t have to know how digestion works for it to work…” and they would nod, mouths full, then swallow knowing their bodies would go with the flow!
I am a total gaphumph when it comes to all things technological.
I tried this word out on my teacher daughter asking her what she thought it meant?
“Use it in a sentence, Mum,” she rightly admonished!
“I am a total gaphumph when it comes to all things technical,” I quoted obediently.
“A total…idiot?” she asked, not quite wanting to call her mentor mother the “I” word.
“Exactly, only who wants to be called an i..?”
“Gotcha Mum!” she interrupted, “great word!” she added.
I used to run a massive phone centre in Texas and I would dream about brilliant things computers and phone systems could do to enhance my job of tracking traffic, tickets and sales. I’d take my, Ideas From a Gaphumph, to the IT people (called technicians back in the day), and within hours they’d have the system tweaked and performing to suit my needs.
I’m all right if someone else can write the code, get all the characters aligned and compatible, like a strand of DNA, but ask me to do it and phlop…I’m snookered.
Call Recorder lives up to the promises it made. I downloaded this nifty little programme and it’s instruction manual, about six pages long, was readable and comprehensive and worked. I fell in love immediately.
I can record whole shows, convert them to MP3, then send them off via another nifty gadget, You Send It, entrusting it to cyberspace where it arrives safely and intact, on my producer’s computer.
Absolutely Gaphumph-proof and very convenient when I cannot be where I need to be for a live show.
But my Word Press is threatening to snooker me.
I log on using an unimaginative and extremely forgettable user name (someone else set the site up for me years ago) then I type in a password that I still have not committed to memory because it is totally unmemorable (I can’t reset it because I don’t know how to!).
Invariably I miss a key stroke, or one hasn’t “taken” properly and I get a red error message. I dislike red error messages, they hold up my day.
I re-type everything in because it has blanked out my fields and optimistically click the ‘remember me’ box, which in a perfect world should help.
But the red error message keeps recurring. It’s a good job the ‘remember me’ box doesn’t work because I can’t even remember me.
Sometimes technology blows me away. In a world where I have managed to achieve most amazing things without having a clue how they work, can it be too much to ask to,
“Forget me not?”
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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