Longing for My "Old School" Days at the Ripe Old Age of 41

Shelli Lokers-Calanchi
I'm sure that God knows better, but some days I don't think my brain was meant for this time and place. At the ripe old age of 41, I'm between the "digital revolution" and whatever the prior period was called ("old school", I think).

I don't want another username. Or another password. I want to look at my paystub. I want hard copies of my bank statements. And please don't ask me to register with your website so that I can be on the receiving end of more online offers. And if I do have to register, don't ask me for a password that contains one letter, one numeral, and more than 7 characters. I think my head might explode. My colleagues at work find it humorous that I have all my usernames and passwords perched on the top of my computer. Yep, it's all about high security with me. If you want to know how many vacation hours I have left for the year, go for it.

And don't get me started on electronics. Whatever happened to the television that you just plugged in? Or the days when the luxury phone was the one (on the wall, of course) with the extra long cord, so long that you could sit on your bed for hours talking to your girlfriends. Today. I let the cell phone bill sit for a day or two after it's arrival until I summon the courage to open it. It's not a bill really...more of a pamphlet. Or a brochure. And who has the time or know-how to decipher the accuracy of one of these things? Cell phone companies must be the only ones doing well in this economy. The accessories market alone is a marketer's dream. "Let's make sure every phone has it's own unique charger, car charger, "carrying case", beltclip, headphones, memory card, speakers, screen protectors, etc. Nothing universal". Yep, that overpriced plastic cell phone holster is one I can't live without.

Forgive me...the cynicism is getting thick. Suffice it to say that our kids are getting fat sitting in front of their computer monitors. Employees are getting lazy sending emails to the cubicle next door, and our landfills are overwhelmed with obsolete (last week's) electronics that end up in impoverished areas areas of the world, polluting their land and water.

Upbeat message, huh? Geesh. I wonder how crotchety I'll be in my senior years...

Published by Shelli Lokers-Calanchi

A young'ish woman who considers herself laid back and doesn't take herself too seriously. I like to think I'm known for my self-depricating sense of humor. My dreams include ending world poverty and getting...  View profile

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