What I do for Love – Of Devices by Debra H. Goldstein
Quick. Don’t take a breath! Count how many electronic devices you are carrying, wearing, looking at, or have within easy reach. Do they save you time or are they the source of anger, stress, and frustration?
Depending on the day, I answer that question differently. The reality is that I am an electronics geek who doesn’t know nearly as much as most ten year olds. In my old job, I was always willing to be a guinea pig. New computer – bring it on. New laptop or network – bring it on. New telephone system – you get the idea. Now that I call myself a writer, of course I have toys galore.
So, what was your count after reading the first paragraph? Mine was five. I’m sitting in my office typing on my laptop. Behind me sits an older desktop. The television in this room is smart as is my telephone and I’m wearing a fitbit that reminds me I haven’t moved too much today.
How much writing have I managed to do today? This blog. Why haven’t I finished revising the
manuscript that I’ve been toying with for weeks? Because between a scheduled charity meeting (well worth the time I spent there), an hour in the gym (a necessity even though I did work on responding to emails while I was on the treadmill so you can imagine how slowly I was moving), the majority of my day has been spent talking to electronics technicians.
First, I ran a machine to the repair shop dreading how much the cost would be – happily, it turned out that the machine was on the wrong setting (no charge, but I lost an hour of the day). Then, I spent an hour (the third one) on the phone with a computer technician who was trying to find out why my one week old laptop wasn’t behaving itself. Systems checked, drivers reinstalled, and what do you know? – he still didn’t know what the problem was. He is calling me back in two hours for another round. I can hardly wait. Of course, I can only give him an hour because I have a scheduled conference call this evening, but no problem, if he doesn’t figure it out, there’s always tomorrow. I’ll have plenty of time to let him take control of my computer once I take my car, the one that every time I turn the car on flashes “Maintenance Required,” in for service.