Techno Pooped

I owe a lot to the advancements in technology that have taken place during my lifetime. And I'm grateful.

Old faithful (public domain photo)

Truly, I am.

When I started out, I was tickling the keys of a Selectric typewriter, making copies on a machine that printed on rolls of stinky paper and answering phones using a switchboard.

As my work life progressed, I learned to code spreadsheets on a word processor, operate a personal computer, design small jobs using Quark (with a lot of help from Chris and Kim), build a site map for the first website my company ever had, populate that website with content, write copy for emails, help coordinate email scheduling and production, write a gazillion product descriptions and web pages, then supervise others who did. Thanks to Axel, I learned how to convert video tapes to DVD and MP4 formats. And now I create SEO content for web pages and blog articles. 

That's a lot of technological advances in a relatively short time. 

Over the past two weeks, we replaced our 10 (maybe 15?)-year-old phones and bought a new (used) computer for Mr. Ginley. And, I have to admit, there's been a whole lot of cursing going on. 

Alas, the genie has left the bottle, and there's no going back to life as our parents knew it. Still, I find that I'm scrolling Facebook less and less. I tend to get DVDs from the library rather than trying to stream programs or watch TV. I enjoy reading. And I'm doing jigsaw puzzles again. 

In other words, I'm scaling back on my own, not because I'm forced to, but because I'm a little exhausted by life in the techno lane.

Mr. Ginley is forever telling me to slow down, and I know he's right. I'm trying, I really am. Can this Type A personality kick it down a notch or two and cruise?

Time will tell, I suppose.

In the meantime, will someone please tell me how to stop getting Gmail notifications on my phone?