Rabbit Rabbit Snails Are Faster
Mar. 1st, 2011 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whiski_sourToday was one of those days at work. Not a bad day; just a pain in the ass day. And really, my part of the day wasn't that big of a pain in the ass. I mostly got the trickle down effect from Albert and Chad.
But since Chad was gone all morning and then running behind this afternoon, I got to schedule my first trips in the computer. All it involves is filling out some info, putting in the locations, and determining the times of arrival. Sounds easy, right?
I'm sure one day it will be, but for my first time, I ran into a bit of trouble and got frustrated because of my ineptness.
Now, I told you that story to tell you this story.
When I was three, Papa found me in the closet at his house, crying because I was trying to read a book way beyond my level and was frustrated because I couldn't read it. I was learning to read and couldn't understand why I couldn't read this book.
Fast forward 28 years and I'm getting frustrated for exactly the same reason. I'd been shown how to do it, therefore, I should be able to do it.
Chad helped me out and it turned out that I wasn't as horrible at it as I thought. I am slow, though. Speed comes with experience, I know. Right now turtles are quicker.
In other news, Dad bought a new printer. We actually needed one since the old one wasn't feeding paper right anymore, but I'm still telling people it's because Dad couldn't work it.
It also saves me from having to buy new ink cartridges.
But since Chad was gone all morning and then running behind this afternoon, I got to schedule my first trips in the computer. All it involves is filling out some info, putting in the locations, and determining the times of arrival. Sounds easy, right?
I'm sure one day it will be, but for my first time, I ran into a bit of trouble and got frustrated because of my ineptness.
Now, I told you that story to tell you this story.
When I was three, Papa found me in the closet at his house, crying because I was trying to read a book way beyond my level and was frustrated because I couldn't read it. I was learning to read and couldn't understand why I couldn't read this book.
Fast forward 28 years and I'm getting frustrated for exactly the same reason. I'd been shown how to do it, therefore, I should be able to do it.
Chad helped me out and it turned out that I wasn't as horrible at it as I thought. I am slow, though. Speed comes with experience, I know. Right now turtles are quicker.
In other news, Dad bought a new printer. We actually needed one since the old one wasn't feeding paper right anymore, but I'm still telling people it's because Dad couldn't work it.
It also saves me from having to buy new ink cartridges.
