I had just posted a blog in which I bemoaned the delay in getting the COVID vaccine when messages arrived, informing me that I could register. I logged onto the state department of health site ASAP.
After a few minutes I found an appointment slot which I quickly claimed, then proceeded to schedule my husband. Alas, there were no slots for the day on which I had my appointment. What?! There had to be over 100 of them when I looked three minutes earlier. I grabbed another slot two days later. Both appointments are a month out.
Many texts, phone calls, and attempts later, I got us scheduled for the same day. Maybe. The website confirms one date; the confirmation e-mail a different one. We will go to both, if necessary.
I am fairly computer literate for my age, having used computer in work and in hobbies for many years. Early on, I relied heavily on my computer friends to save my drive from the sledgehammer. Now, occasionally, I instruct them in some software quirk.
Is it me or you?
Technology frustrations drain me. I lost almost an hour the other day trying to get onto a health insurance site, confirming ID and changing passwords until I threw out the white flag and called by phone, only to learn that there were problems with the website! Posting “It’s not you, it’s me” would have helped.
Today I wonder, what do the seniors do who can’t transverse these websites. Not everyone has a computer geek handy.
My daughter works with colleagues who, after months of Zoom meetings, continue to have difficulty connecting. She contends that there should be less discussion about teaching cursive to children and more about teaching technology to adults.
Technology is changing more rapidly than my mind can keep up. I plan to keep trying, though, just to survive.