Computer class
20090827 Thursday
I wrapped up another series of computer classes tonight. I had to laugh because there was this one woman who was not so good with a mouse (she owned a laptop) or typing and she was a bit slow on the uptake....and this other woman just came to hate her guts because she was slowing down the class quite a bit. I ended up feeling like some dad trying to keep two kids apart. At one point, the more capable lady was actually laughing out loud at the slower lady. And. you know, I can understand the capable lady’s frustration and it is nice to have people who can follow what you’re saying, but on the other hand, it was all pretty nasty, childish stuff. Glad to be done with them.
Here’s another thing I’ve found disturbing: more times than I would have thought, I’d say at least once each time I start calling people to set up a class, I end up speaking to a husband, even when the wife is there. They’ll get on the line, or they’ll answer and start dealing with me as if it was they who were taking the class. I have to think, well, no wonder she doesn’t know how to use a computer.... Sometimes it works the other way though, with the woman doing the talking.
I wrapped up another series of computer classes tonight. I had to laugh because there was this one woman who was not so good with a mouse (she owned a laptop) or typing and she was a bit slow on the uptake....and this other woman just came to hate her guts because she was slowing down the class quite a bit. I ended up feeling like some dad trying to keep two kids apart. At one point, the more capable lady was actually laughing out loud at the slower lady. And. you know, I can understand the capable lady’s frustration and it is nice to have people who can follow what you’re saying, but on the other hand, it was all pretty nasty, childish stuff. Glad to be done with them.
Here’s another thing I’ve found disturbing: more times than I would have thought, I’d say at least once each time I start calling people to set up a class, I end up speaking to a husband, even when the wife is there. They’ll get on the line, or they’ll answer and start dealing with me as if it was they who were taking the class. I have to think, well, no wonder she doesn’t know how to use a computer.... Sometimes it works the other way though, with the woman doing the talking.