Back in the 80s, I was not very technical—well, just technical enough to get frustrated when my husband (now my ex) would change the login for the one computer we had at home. I was a psychologist in private practice and didn’t have much need of the computer, but when I did, he was always on it.
The real problem for me was when I would go to use the computer and find some little thing to be different. That set off a level of frustration that I would allow to derail me from doing what I had set out to do. [Read more…]