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Today, I uploaded all of my contacts into my shiny new i-Phone.
That's a lot of work!
I spent an hour or so trying to figure out how to do that, and then, like a house afire, I went to work, my fingers blazing a trail across that teensy weensy keyboard.
Now, I want to figure out how to connect the i-Phone to the internet.
Sounds simple, if you are computer literate, but I'm so not good at this.
I think I've forgotten my password for getting into my computer.
I have a username that is not my usual one, and I cannot recall what the hell I used for a password.
I've looked everywhere in the computer that I know how to look, and no luck.
So, here I sit with an i-Phone and no way to access the Apps store!
That's my definition of pure torture. Having something to buy online and not having a way to do it. Like being in a cheesecake cafe and not having any cash to buy a slice!
I've called the computer genius, my son.
Left a message on his cell.
He hasn't called back so that means he's either busy or hasn't stopped laughing at my inabilities yet.
Tomorrow, I go back to work and I better be able to use this new phone so my clients don't see me as totally inept. In spite of my awkwardness with using it, I do love this phone, mostly for the possibilities that I see, rather than for the actualities which I know.
"The telephone is a good way to talk to people without having to offer them a drink." ~ Fran Lebowitz