I have a purple room vent. I have a document on my computer that lists every single one of my passwords except to my banking. I firmly believe that we should have a choice whether we want a password or not to a program. And if we choose not to then if something nefarious happens, its our own responsibility. I absolutely freaking HATE passwords. And I do not forget them, because I keep meticulous records of all my passwords. But many times when I put in what I KNOW is the correct password, and it won't take it, I simply want to throw the effing laptop out the window. I get so pissed off!
Anyway, I just spent the last three days doing data entries for the Kiwanis Radio Auction. I counted and I have now entered 243 listings. Then this morning the fellow that is the primary mover on all this called me...really early, to tell me that the last 150 or so had to be changed/edited. Sigh. So I started around 7:30 and finished a few minutes ago (12:30) and got them all done. The man hours it takes for everyone involved in this auction is insane. Fortunately I find it relaxing. There is a bunch more coming in a few minutes so I shall spend the afternoon doing those. Good day to do it...as its pouring rain outside.
I have to mention here...because no one I know from Kiwanis reads this, something that happened at the meeting on Tuesday.
The guy heading up the whole operation brought his laptop to the meeting. This year, instead of using old school telephones, and pencils and slips of paper and the newspaper for reference, its all been put into a program that goes to individual computers that all the 'phone answerers' will have sitting in front of them.
So B (head dude) had us all gather around whilst he gave us a lesson on how to 'answer' a call during the auction and what to touch on the screen and how to accept bids and then close that item bid etc...
Well I sincerely wish I had had a hidden camera. Keep in mind that most of us in there are over 60. But also keep in mind that it is our age group that invented the computer and used it when it was dos. But you would never have known!
Within three minutes of B starting his lesson, about half the people (the group that day was about 12 people) got panicked looks on their faces and started to slowly ooze to the back of the crowd. Then they started to mumble to each other, "I can't do that!!! I will never remember this. I won't get it right!" Honestly! It made me laugh. And get a bit disgusted! They wouldn't even try to figure it out and it just isn't that complicated. I was kind of ashamed of them! Fortunately we have some 'younger' volunteers coming in to help.
Last night around supper time I was deeply concentrating on entering stuff when the doorbell rang...around five thirty. So I unburied myself and hauled myself to the door and there was the sweetest little kid you ever saw...all dressed up as a knight. Holy Crap!!! I completely forgot that it was halloween! Fortunately I had made a fast trip to Costco after the Kiwanis meeting on Tues. and picked up a load of big chocolate bars. What is 18 times 3? Thats how many.
Ten kids came to the door. So what's 18 times 3 minus 10. Too many...thats how many. I am going to find someone to take them or I will be throwing them out. Too tempting by far. Fortunately there are no mars bars in there...I eat those, diabetes or not.
Well I see B parking out there. More entries coming through the door and two screaming dogs to take away first. Fortunately B is not cowed by madly barking dogs. Gotta bounce!! TTYL
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