In 1987, I started working for the company from which I eventually retired 20 years later. I was part of the communications and marketing department. Using the term department is a tad misleading since the department consisted of my boss and me. My boss — a very convincing salesman — managed to convince the Powers That Be that despite the fact that the entire rest of the company used PCs, we needed to have Macintosh computers (yes, kids, that’s what they used to be called). Honestly, we didn’t need Macs, but he used terms like creative liberties and better design elements and won.
So we each had a fat, squarish box on our desks that was the Macintosh personal computer. If something went wrong, our IT Department (all three of them) would look at our Macintoshes as though they were ET.
Well, I don’t need to tell you about the growth in popularity and general coolness of Apple products. They are user-friendly. No matter which piece of technology you’re using (MacBook, iPod, iPhone, etc.) they all interface. It’s technology for technologically inept people like me.
What I particularly remember about the technology being used when I started working hard for my money was the size of the mainframe. Gotcha kids. Bet you don’t even know what a mainframe is! It was huge. It required its own room that had to be temperature controlled. And then, maybe 15 years later, there was a big to-do when we downsized to a mainframe that was considerably smaller. It was cause for celebration.
And now I’m wearing a computer on my wrist. Go figure.
I am not particularly a spontaneous person. Well, unless I’m in a kitchen store, when I can quickly convince myself that I can’t live without a waffle cone maker. The fact is, I don’t require a whole heck of a lot of fancy things. I buy clothes without even trying them on. I wear only flip flops except for church when I upgrade to black sandals.
But I really wanted an Apple watch, and I can’t really tell you why. My iPhone 7 works like a charm, and I almost always have it with me. The Timex watches that I have worn for years tell satisfactory time and light up in the dark when I press the Indiglo button. Woo-hoo.
But then my sister Jen would check the time on her Apple Watch, and I would be green with envy. Or my daughter-in-law Alyx would read an email on her Apple Watch, and I could bite my lip to keep from tearing up.
But they are so ridiculously expensive that I just couldn’t jusyify the cost. Then my Timex broke and so did my will. I bought it with points (sorry grands, Christmas will be bleak this year), and compromised by buying Series 3…..
Little by little, I’m learning the tricks. In the scheme of things,however, I have scarcely learned much at all. Jen arrives on Thursday, and she will show me everything I need to know. Like why does my watch regularly tell me You are doing great. You have met your walking goal! Because a) I didn’t know I had a walking goal; and b) how on earth could I have met my walking goal when I have been sitting in my chair crocheting all afternoon.
We have come a long way from those square Macintosh computers all the way to computers you wear on your arm. Next stop: computer chips in our brains. You read it here first.