The Trouble with Automation

Where to begin. For those who aren't too squeamish, how about the moment I'm sitting on the toilet with my pants around my ankles and the phone rings. (For those who are squeamish, just skip that first bit.)

So of course, since Hubs is out with the kids and he could be calling to see if I want takeaway for supper, I rush to get my...um...I was going to say shit together, but, well, you know, pants up, so I can answer it. I follow the sound of ringing*, trip over a couple cats and find the phone buried under the unfolded laundry on the bed (and just as an aside, all automation wouldn't be bad. For instance, an instamatic-laundry-fluff-and-fold I could get behind!)

And you're all thinking...wait for it...wait....yes, you've guessed it - cold-call telemarketer

Now this person is clearly calling because my name was on a list picked by some computer somewhere because my ipad plan with my carrier isn't the most expensive one they figure they can talk me into. I would be mildly annoyed with this cold-call, we-have-a-light-years-better-deal-for-you tactic if it wasn't the FIFTH time I've received this identical call in the past month and a half. Now my mood resembles mildly annoyed in the same sort of way my 17-yr-old house cat resembles a full grown Bengal tiger in his prime.

Why can this nefarious computer program that keeps drawing my name not flag my account as something more useful to the poor cold-callers, like pissed-off-she-devil-swearing-freak-head. DO NOT CALL? And yes, every time I get the call, I make sure to tell them to put a note on my account that I don't want their stinkin' "upgrade",  (half as much data for three times the price? Good deal. right. I'll jump right on that one. Oh. Wait NOT) and that they should please not cold call me anymore.

Or how about my attempts to get into my Photobucket account to which I have lost the password? They have a form for that, you know. Of course they do. A convenient email form linked to the email address that I opened the account with. That would be the email that got hacked and that I have since abandoned and can't get into any more. So they have a form for that, too, though. Huzzah!

After clicking my way through FAQs and forms and drop-down menus I find a ten question questionnaire to fill out. Like when did I open the account. Um...I don't know? six or seven years ago? and what's the email address associated with it so we can send you a new password....

Um, duh, the whole point of this particular form is that no, you can't send an email to that address because I can't get into that email...*eyeroll*

Anyway, I finally stumble my way through what are bound to be a dozen only half right answers to their questions and they send me an automated email saying:

Hello there!

***If you want to talk to a real live Photobucket Support Rep. just reply back to this email letting us know!***

This is the Photobucket Support Robot. I couldn't help but notice that you haven't tried the New Photobucket yet! I was wondering if you wanted to try it out to see if you like it and if it helps with any issues you are having. Simply click on this link: http://bit.ly/QlIcxJ and you'll be able to log into the new site. You can opt out of the new site at any time. (emphasis mine)

Really? Really??? Needless to say, I replied to the email.

And finally, what about the client I spoke to the other day who didn't want to use the "outmoded" and "old-fashioned" technology required to fax me information, so could he please have the snail mail address of my work so he could mail the information to me? I felt like telling him no, you'll have to call the Pony Express for delivery, sir. We don't use regular post here.

 And don't even get me started on the plug in cordless phones with all the bells and whistles and displays that won't work during an emergency like, oh, I don't know, a power outage! I'll stick with  Alexander's good old original rotary black plastic, thanks. For as long as land lines remain in existence, anyway....

*Autocorrect, another fine automated feature, changed my typo: "I followed the sound of rining..." to: "I followed the sound of rimming..." Yes. Autocorrect, how my homoerotic brain loves you...

So yeah. Sometimes, where technology is involved, less is more, ya know? Do you have stories of technology gone stupid? Share!

The Argument, or OMG I hate Technology

A typical day in our household:

C1: "Yo-ou ca-an't make me!" *in a singing voice*
C2: "You just don't know how."
C1: "I Do too,"
C2: "Do not!"
C1: "Do too!"
C2: "Not!"
C1: "You're dumb. I don't want to do what you do."
C2: "You have to. Mom said!"
C1: "Your way is dumb."
C2: "Here, hold this. I'll show you."
C1: "Moo-oooom! Ow! No touching!!!! Stop it! I don't want---Stop poking me! MOM!"
Me: "Can't you two just get along?"

 

C2: "He's being dumb."
C1: "No, you are."
C2: "Am not!"
C1: "Are too!"
C2: "am not!"
C1: "R2"
C2: "Not, not not!!!"
C1: "2,2,2"
C2: *goes to sleep*
C1: "blue screen of death*
Me: *sighpout*

Those PC/Mac commercials are tame compared to the reality of trying to get them to really talk to one another. Seriously. My 11-yr-old daughter and 8-yr-old son get along better. There has to be a better way, but Bill and Steve just refuse to make things easy on the people actually using their technology, and that sucks ass. Just sayin'

(And don't even get me started on autocorrect. Do know my hubby texted me the other day and typed "Kissy face" I received "Judas face" I hope I'm not the only one that finds that rather freaky...)

And speaking of technology....the iPad app for Facebook doesn't give me an option to log out. I just posted to my family account about work. Good thing I already gave up my pen name identity....stupid app.....