In the midst of all of this we had to convert to some kind of device to get cable TV (that we pay for and fortheloveofallthingsholywhywhywhy). I had to unplug cables and install new connections and fiddle around with remote controls. One behemoth TV set (in our living room--the one hooked into the Wii, stereo and speakers, Blu Ray and CD player--SO MANY CORDS!) gave me fits and I could not figure out which wiring led to what device. That TV set weighs more than your average sumo wrestler, so getting behind it to clearly discern what went where was physically impossible. I did the unthinkable: I told Mr. D just to buy a new TV and hire somebody to reconnect the works.
Seriously, the one person who hates TV and watches less than anyone in the household said, "Let's buy a new one." Watching last night's closing ceremonies in Rio on that brand new flat screen TV set was awfully nice.
Meanwhile, it took Mr. D about 4 months to assign me a new email address, then another month to schedule a meeting with a tech at his office who would move my old emails and assorted information to the new account. It turns out that I've got to remember all the fifty-bazillion passwords and user names associated with every online account I like to use. Or not, as seems to be the case. As I move deeper into the technology upgrade, a tedious process of re-entering information for every single account, I get crabbier and crabbier. I sort of don't care if I don't get updates from eleventy-thousand accounts. Purging myself of all of these connections feels liberating.
Plus, I have to wait a week before my contacts get brought over, those got lost in the transition (saved in some mysterious file called 'back up' but lost to me until I can get an audience with the tech again).
The next step involved getting the email on my phone. Alas! My trusty old Samsung lacked capacity (and other qualities), so I had to get an iPhone. Two kinds of people inhabit the world of technology, I live in the non-Apple camp. Everyone kept encouraging me for years to come into the light, get the iPhone, get the iPhone and resistance now seemed futile. I used up one of my remaining open afternoons of summer (I picked a rainy one to lessen my resentment) and headed for the Verizon store, my old phone and contract in hand.
To her credit, the saleswoman didn't laugh at me (might have been because she recognized me as one of her old teachers). She told me how much I'd love my new phone and showed me the pretty colors, made me handle the floor model and demonstrated some of the nifty features. Thus began the upgrade.
|I got the gold one.|
I'll admit it, the new phone is nice. Soon it will have email, which will make my life faster, more efficient, etc. I'm still getting used to finding things and pressing the right parts of the screen to do what used to be intuitive and easy on my old phone. This week I should get my contacts transferred into my new email account, then I can spend another afternoon informing people that my old email will soon be no good.
One final thing on the technology overhaul: get a new printer installed before school begins ... The old one requires me to carry my laptop to the kitchen, hook it up and hold the top down so that it will churn out a page properly. Plus, the darn thing needs ink ... At this point the upgrade seems worth the hassle, doesn't it?
And that, friends, is how I've spent most of the last month of my summer vacation.