This morning I spent an hour teaching a Veteran of the Civil War understand and find a font on his Microsoft Word program.
Mind you, I had to explain what the "mouse" was, when to "left" or "right" click, and where the backspace key on the keyboard was.
I also had to keep reminding him to stop "XING" out of the program every time he didn't like a font. I.E. teaching him where the backspace button was.
Oh, and then I helped him download an updated version of Adobe. Pretty easy? Did I mention he was partially DEAF? And doesn't know what Internet Explorer, a search bar, a or cursor is?
Please send any condolence cards and/or cash to my PO Box in Hades, across from the River Styx.
Thank you and good night.
Actually, I really like my job. I like helping old people. I'm sick like that. And I don't have to see their ear hair, so it's not so bad.
On the other hand, Time is playing tricks on me and making 4 a.m. come earlier and earlier every morning. Stupid Time.
Now good night. For realsy.