I hate technology . . . really, massively hate it. A paper jam in my printer is costing me hours of work time when I need to get something done. Now I’m down to fragments stuck in the roller that, for the life of me, I can’t remove. I have to inconvenience a friend to have her drop by and help. I hate feeling like an imbecile. I look at these tech savvy young people and hang my head in shame.
Totally out of the loop, I have to ask the most inane questions about my phone, TV, a DVD player that I’ve never been able to work. Even the old equipment I should know about because it’s from the generation right before mine, I am befuddled by. I’m sure if I asked my cat, he could be more adept than me.
I know this is a trite issue to write about but right now it consumes me. Forgive my rambling; just know I am an old crone who is in misstep with the world.