Jaqui's Daily Blog

In Which I Come to the Rescue

I have never professed to be an IT expert. Indeed, as regular readers will be well aware, I am extremely reliant on assorted grandchildren (plus a helpful Son in Law) to guide me through the intricacies of All Things Technological from my new mobile phone to the Us Pad. Which made the events at this afternoon's U3A meeting even more surprising.


As far as I was concerned my one responsibility was to bring the projector along to the meeting for the use of our speaker. I had borrowed it for my own recent talk to the Parkinson's Society on the subject of the Great War Project and very grateful I was for the loan of it. Mr B and I dutifully turned up early at the hall though it seemed most of the membership had done likewise. Early as it was, the hordes had descended and there was much scrabbling for seats and muttered complaints that whoever put out the chairs had only put out four per row instead of the usual six. Whoever it was must have been numerically challenged, that's all I can say.


I delivered the projector safe and sound, then turned to address a regular procession of people wanting to talk to me about a Questers trip I am organising next week. I am fervently wishing I had not put my hand up when the request went out for a volunteer to organise this visit as it is turning into a Regular Nightmare. Mr B says he doesn't like to remind me, but he did warn me. Oh yes, dear reader, he did indeed. Not that this is of great comfort now, especially when people are swearing on their lives that I have never, ever contacted them about arrangements even when I know for certain that I have. I decide that this is all too much for me to handle today so I will sort it all out tomorrow. This is completely against my mantra of "Never Put Off Till Tomorrow What Could Be Done Today" but I think, just occasionally, mantras are worth ignoring. Particularly when one's sanity is at stake.


At this point I became aware that All Was Not Well with the IT equipment. Nobody, including the speaker, seemed to have a clue how to play the slideshow. There we all were, expectantly awaiting a talk on The Untold Story of the Titanic - which, unless somebody could sort the IT, would remain untold, sinking into the watery grave of failed presentations. You could see from his face that our speaker felt that disaster was upon him.


And guess who stepped up to the mark? Who calmly fiddled with the PowerPoint presentation and projected it onto the screen? Who, moreover, seated herself at the laptop and moved through the slides at our speaker's command? Who, in short, rescued the day? The Titanic still sunk, to be fair, there was little to be done about that, especially at this late stage - but at least the Untold Story was told and very interesting it was too.

 

Afterwards everyone congratulated me on Saving the Day. I am now officially seen as an IT expert which is so far from the truth that it is alarming. Alarming, that is, on the basis that I might be asked to sort out other problems where my inadequacy will inevitably surface (unlike the Titanic).


To put this in perspective, I spent a worrying couple of days last week trying to understand why I couldn't link my laptop to the wireless network. Mr B said I had obviously done something wrong which I, of course, hotly denied. There followed our usual debate about the superiority of Mr B's Apple Mac as compared to my humble Windows laptop. We have this conversation on a regular basis and it is never fully resolved.


There being no grandchildren around to help me, I was On My Own - at which point I suddenly, miraculously, remembered that this happened once before when the helpful fella from PC Parts showed me the little button on the laptop which had somehow switched itself on. Or off. Hallelujah! I located the button, switched it on (or, possibly, off) and up popped the familiar wireless network. Connection was restored and problem solved, without the need to have recourse to a proper IT expert.


I only tell this story to make it clear that I have A Lot To Learn, especially where IT is concerned. My performance at the U3A meeting was totally out of character and a repeat performance, should such be requested at a future meeting, could well end in disaster.


Rather like the Titanic.

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15.10 | 11:13

I don't remember seeing this first time round.... but thank you for sharing with me. You write beautifully, and brought a tear to my eyes. Lots of love xx

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10.10 | 21:37

Jaqui I think your grandchildren are very lucky. You have spurred me on to write a letter to Amelia who like Hazel is away from home for the first time. 💕

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03.07 | 22:43

Wouldn't have missed it for the world. xx

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12.06 | 02:31

I love that you talk to your plants ... I used to on my allotment ... seemed perfectly rational !

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