I’m so tech illiterate, it’s barely funny. Don’t ask my children, though, because they think it’s the funniest thing since…I don’t know, that meme of the old lady being utterly confused as she stares at the computer screen. How do I know about that meme, but am also the person in that meme? That’s a bit of a conundrum.
It doesn’t help that I’m part of the most tech-savvy brood in Melbourne. Software development courses, digital graphic design, game testing…that last one is my husband, by the way. My kids are all computer geniuses doing all kinds of complicated university/college courses, and Alan is in charge of a game testing and development studio. So he plays games for a living, but because he’s the boss, he actually gets to work semi-normal hours and gets paid a good wage. Isn’t that the dream of every video game enthusiast?
And here’s me, running a salon during the day and coming home to delete all the music from my music player with an errant click of a button. Whenever I go to my kids for advice with my technology, they give me this look. They don’t even notice they’re doing it. It’s this ‘oh mother, what now you silly thing?’ look. I’m so used to it, it doesn’t bother me anymore. I just have a problem with an email attachment, or can’t print something I need, or delete all my contacts from my phone, and I just wearily hand it over to my children to use their software design course magic. Three seconds later, the problem is solved.
I’m resigned to it being my life. Why should I go on some fancy IT course around Melbourne when I’m surrounded by tech support? It’s terribly lazy of me, but…it works. And I have my own talents, things THEY need help with. None of them can cook for peanuts, to use only one example. They might know technology, but they still need to eat!