Dearest Technology,
It has been a while since I last wrote about my interactions with you. I actually have been very busy and not just messing about on various different social media and justifying it as “legitimate social research”. Since my last posting there have been a lot of technological interactions, I think I should go through the highlights.
A personal win was when I helped someone open a PowerPoint presentation that was proving temperamental. Yes, I know, I the self-confessed technophobe, arrived in the hour of need of one of my brethren to save the day. The person needed to open up the file and then scoot off and deliver a lecture. You could say that my actions caused a positive ripple effect. I enabled people to learn on that day, and I was damn proud of my good deed.
I also figured out how to convert music files and then put them on my little brother’s phone. Yes that is the same little brother who thinks I am from some kind of technology Stone Age. I out- knowledged him . I pressed all the buttons, and clicked in all the relevant places, and made sure no harmful viruses entered my once treacherous laptop. That was me. I was in ecstasy, nay euphoric. But with every great high, there is a great low.
In my identity as an officer in the local GAA club, I have been given access to a centralised website that helps me with all the admin work. There’s very little for me to do just a click here and there and an update in other places. The website actually had a little update recently to make itself more user friendly, and in fairness to it, it does look that way. But looks sear reader can be deceiving.
One of my main roles is the relatively simple task of having a team sheet. This sheet is supposed to have players’ names in English and in Irish and then sometimes a date of birth or an ID number. I had been shown the sheet that was used from last year’s panel and thought grand, I’ll just put this year’s panel on it and we’re sailing.
I didn’t sail, I floundered. Miserably.
Two hours I spent, two whole hours that I will never get back, were spent looking for a handy way to print off a team sheet. I clicked on everything. I generated reports left right and bloody centre, but no team sheet. I clicked high and low, but it was in vain or so I thought. In one of my trips round the screen with all the players’ names on it, an option of print team sheet appeared, like some sort of desert mirage. It wasn’t a mirage, more a false dawn. For whatever reason, the button wouldn’t work. It wasn’t coming up as an option. So in compromise, rather than a concession of defeat, I reverted back to my tried and trusted typing skills on Microsoft Word, and I typed out that bloody team sheet! However because there was no memory left on the computer I couldn’t save it, and so for our next match will have to engage in the whole arduous process again.
Technology, you can be so helpful and make life so easy. But you make it so hard for me to love you when you do me wrong like this. If it wasn’t for social media I would have very little to do with you. So please in order to save our ever so fractured relationship, send me a sign, and show me how to access that bloody team sheet!
Kind Regards,
Technophobe
