I can't believe how often I find myself telling my wife I hate computers. Usually it's when she starts asking me how to do something and I immediately know it's something that should be easy (if she can't figure it out, how many millions must be right there with her?) but that is going to be very difficult.
Just two examples.
Printing to a shared printer on a Windows network. Requires a login once per reboot. Trying to print (the logical think) won't prompt, it just queues up the document silently. To get a prompt, you have to know to navigate to the host in the network neighborhood. Then the queue prints.
Posting edited photos from Picasa to a Blogger blog. There are three ways to do it, all with various limitations and complexity. And then a Chrome bug puts double line spacing between her paragraphs.
Just two examples.
Printing to a shared printer on a Windows network. Requires a login once per reboot. Trying to print (the logical think) won't prompt, it just queues up the document silently. To get a prompt, you have to know to navigate to the host in the network neighborhood. Then the queue prints.
Posting edited photos from Picasa to a Blogger blog. There are three ways to do it, all with various limitations and complexity. And then a Chrome bug puts double line spacing between her paragraphs.
"Maybe I'll become a plumber," indeed.