Why I hate technology

Reason 352, 247: I have received more reports of kids doing things on the Internet than we have kids in the building--and I'm not exaggerating too far. Today, I caught a young lady on the 'Net after she'd been cited for bypassing the proxy. I know she thought I didn't know she'd lost her privileges. That will make the referral all the more sweet Monday. I have no sympathy for the little twerps.


Reason 352, 248: I had orders to place and other things to take care of in the library today, but a teacher called me to ask me to help her class put music onto their PowerPoint presentations. forty-five minutes later, we had no music and I had nothing done. (Someone please explain how spending two hours--literally--trying to put a few seconds of music on a PowerPoint will help a student learn psychology. I can't figure it out.)

Reason 352,249: When I returned from Round 1 of attempting the impossible music enhancement, I was met by our CIO. "We need to know what rooms we want all these computers in. We need a room for each major discipline. I need this before you leave today." What little time I had to order books and take care of the library was now planned for other things.

Reason 352, 250: After school, I went to a new ATM at the bank in Alexandria. I swear it was designed for truckers with major carpal tunnel or something, because this thing was hung about three feet over my head as I sat in my Taurus; anyway, I inserted my card and got the choices: English, Espaniol. As I reached up to touch the screen for the upper choice, "English," I must have lightly brushed the lower choice, "Espaniol," because I got a question that I recognized, but could not fluently read. (Thanks to Mrs. Woofter, I probably could have read it if I tried.) No problem. I canceled the transaction, reinserted my card, and started over again, being careful not to touch the screen until I got to "English." Or so I thought. Once again, I received a message in "Espaniol." This time, I proceeded with the transaction, taking the "Fast Cash" option. I drove away, cursing the fact that I was born a century or so late.