|I often write about my innate tendency to be disorganized, though I try very hard to fight it, and I get peeved when objects or things betray me.
This has been happening a lot again.
We have a four-story house, and I have “offices” on three floors: a kitchen office, a cabinet where I store recipes and telephone-related items, a true office on the second floor with computer and files, and a desk and computer on the third floor, a former playroom where I sew.
Sewing is quite sophisticated these days. The machine I enjoy for embroidery requires a computer with an Internet connection. Therefore, I have office supplies on each floor. I could walk up and down the stairs every time I need to use something, but let’s face it: Life is too short to go up and down stairs for such relatively inexpensive things.
About 15 years ago, I used my Christmas money to hire a professional organizer.
I wanted to tackle the kitchen office area. Basically, the organizer went through every object in the area and asked if I used it. Then she found a home for it.
To her credit, she was not judgmental nor did she infer that you were crazy to hold onto certain things. She merely “organized” what you had. And she kept telling me how fortunate I was to have so much space to contain my things. It was worth every penny.
I thought about calling her up again to tell me if she could help me streamline my office areas, but this year’s Christmas money was targeted for something else.
After a year or more of fighting my computer printer, I decided to bite the bullet and buy a new one. This was days before our wireless router bit the dust. My husband, Tommy, took control of the Internet issue and bought a new router the day the old one went belly-up. What a guy.
I didn’t know a thing about routers, which Tommy anticipated because he taped a piece of paper on my computer screen with the wireless network name, network password and router password.
When I used my computer, the new router was detected and his information provided me the tools to get through the necessary steps.
I didn’t anticipate having to do the same with my iPhone and wireless printers too, but I did. What a bear.
Of all the devices I struggle with the most, my printer ranks right up there at the top. To get my blood boiling just say the words: computer printer.
I have been battling one that came “free” with my Mac for more than a year – being “free” should have thrown a red flag.
Almost daily, I search the Internet for solutions my printer showing it has mismatch paper or it has stopped printing in color, for example.
The manufacturer’s website would show similarly related problems, but it never targeted my issue. Then the company would ask me to submit my opinion as to whether this information was helpful or not. Well, it was not.
I’ve only had the new printer two days, but it has already exceeded my expectations, if you dismiss the fact that I haven’t been able to get on the Internet since I’ve had it.
But if history repeats itself, I’m just a Google away from figuring that out.
I kind of have a feeling that even my organizer would think it wise to spend my money on a printer instead of an organizer to start a new year.
‘Til next week.