All I wanted to do was order pizza. After a long, busy Saturday, I just wanted a pizza, but when I tried to order one from my cell phone, I realized I was an old devil. No one is shouting for pizza anymore. Order online.
I searched for my favorite pizzeria on Google, but before I placed an order I was told to create an account and password. I did this, but when I was done, there was no “forward” button to the next screen. There was no way to proceed to the next ordering step.
I gave up and searched Google for another pizza site. He asked for my address three times, but the fourth time I provided the address, the site informed me that my address was “outside our delivery area.” and? It’s only half a mile down the street.
Angry now, I picked up my cell phone and tried to order the old-fashioned way, but was held back, with the same loud jingle over and over and over again. After 15 minutes I closed in disgust.
I searched Google for a third pizzeria. This time I managed to place an order and pick up my pizza 10 minutes later, but now I receive daily emails from this place advertising their pizza, their secret sauce, their discounted soft drinks, their dancing dogs, and so on. etc. Spare me. I scrolled down to “unsubscribe”, but the next day they sent an email asking why I unsubscribed.
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After returning to Kearney after a very short absence, my biggest obstacle was trying to resume my life using websites, passwords, logins, and so-called # $ @% tech wizards.
Even reconnecting to Spectrum was a problem. The spectrum that the cable box had provided initially connected me to the wrong (?) Cable system. This job, which was supposed to take five minutes, eventually took almost an hour.
Then there is the Internet. Here, at work, it took a whole day to reconnect to the computer system. During this process, which involved several calls to IT gurus away from Kearney, I had to change my work password over and over and over again. In this swamp, I mistakenly changed my personal email password, but I couldn’t remember what I changed it to. The Google bombers attacked and closed my email.
I panicked. These IT gurus told me that Google was afraid that some dirty pirate was trying to break into my system and that I should just ignore my email for a few days and then try again.
I tried it two days later. Without luck. I tried it three days later and at least landed on my big toe in the water, but then Google wanted to send a “verification number” to the email address I was excluded from. How can I find this number if I was banned by the system? I finally got out of the hoops using my work email, but really?
I was hoping to withdraw the funds from a 15-year savings certificate, but the paratroopers who blocked me from my account say I can’t prove who I am, so it’s been there for years, unreachable, like Rapunzel and her long hair. .
I tried to correct some outdated information in an electronic form here at work, but the system did not accept the corrections.
I have a friend whose cable TV service charges her at someone else’s expense. She came in personally to correct it, but the following month this defective address reappeared.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been to a gala lunch or dinner just to have the Power Point show fail.
In May, I had dinner at a restaurant that didn’t offer a menu. Instead, we had to scan some small winding square on our phones.
I have been working online for 40 years. I pay bills and taxes online. I book flights online, book tickets online, shop online, order groceries online and listen to music through Spotify, but I’m not equal to today’s technology. Unfortunately, now our world prefers passwords to people, and that’s sad.