So, when I was home this summer, I discovered that I am a lot like my grandmother. All the books in the forgotten corners of our house that I wanted to keep--yes, they were my grandmothers. And who else has an obsession with large tomes of obscure American short stories?
I am told I am like my grandmother in ways I take to be complimentary: strong-willed, and passionate, for example. And I have always taken great strength form her example--especially as regards to vocation and career.
Turns out, I'm also like her in some uncomplimentary ways. For example, she was completely and totally inept at anything that has to do with technology. I am the same way--give me a whisk over a kitchen aid, a bike over a car, anything simple and mechanically obvious, and I can handle it. But if you need a manual, that's where I check out.
So today was a real test for me: I had to change 3 ink cartridges on the office printer. And this isn't some dinky little desktop printer. It's a printer/faxer/scanner wizard that does everything except clean the kitchen sink. And we hadn't been able to print for days because it was out of ink.
So, I geared myself up: "You are smarter than the printer. You are smarter than the printer. You are smarter than the printer." And then I showed that stupid printer whats what. It was tough going for a while (I know you're out of ink. I'm trying to fix that!), and I definitely improved my visual comprehension skills since the directions are pictures instead of words. But when all was said and done, the printer was happily buzzing along printing a weeks worth of backlogged files, and I sat down at my desk master of all things technological.
Now I just have to figure out how to get it to fax...