18th April 2018
Passwords, Bl**dy Passwords
I spent the day away from the computer today by tiling the bathroom in our new extension. And then later in the garden, where it is warming up, I felt a pang of frustration for the garden I wanted to create but if I sit in a certain way I can be oblivious to the rubbish we still need to get rid of. I can also choose to ignore the random dandelions poking their heads up to taunt me by persuading myself of the benefits to the bees. Bees we are not short of this year, in fact we seem to have attracted some of the biggest bees I've ever seen. And someone with knowledge can probably tell me that those bees are European invaders or something...
It had been a day away from computers largely but the last hour or so I tried to get a couple of online things done. That was when my anger levels became unhealthy.
I have been using computers since I was 15 and had various jobs using high-end computer systems but I object to the way using a computer now leaves me feeling exasperated, cack-handed and useless. Trying to book a sports club for my daughter after school and booking online will save me something but try as I might I can't get on to the right portal. Is it the company's website or am I doing something wrong?
I have been an Apple user for decades, and I can use PCs (all my invigilating jobs are PC based) but now all my ancient (they are being kept alive) gadgets (Phone, Tablet and Laptop) should be able to talk to each other but the bleeping passwords don't work. My mindfulness is not at my fingertips!
It gets me down and I do have an IT specialist living in the same house but he hates Apple with a vengeance and there is part of me wondering whether it is time to leave Macworld for another (and vastly cheaper) computer platform...
Amazon apparently charge Mac users more to order things, which I proved by ordering a pair of shoes online. On my iPad the shoes were £15 more expensive than on my husband's PC. Go figure?
I am talking myself into this by the minute, but again it leads me back to the fundamental problem of having to consider the way to increase my monthly income.
Fairy Godmother, Where Are You?