For the past week I have worked on learning my new computer. It’s a noisy process that requires occasional bad words. Ok, maybe more than occasional.
Sometimes it requires a long break to fondle shoes or cats, anything but a piece of techie equipment.
There are always glitches.
My external backup system is not supported for Windows 8. Great! It’s only three years old and it’s obsolete. It hasn’t been backing up since May. It was purple. I had such high hopes for it.
My camera memory card doesn’t fit. My camera is an older model and now I need a cord to download directly from the camera. (That’s better than buying a new camera!)
I play FreeCell Solitaire for computer therapy. (No judgment please. It’s cheaper than Zoloft!) The new version stinks. It constantly asks if I want to upgrade. No! I want my old one back. I got it to stop making all the racket when I win a game. You would think I was in a casino.
Out of all the new things I have learned about W8, there are about five that I absolutely love and more than twenty that I absolutely hate. Maybe I can’t find what I’m looking for or maybe they did away with it. It’s hard to tell.
I figured out how to display my favorites bar in Internet Explorer. It’s so easy that I am embarrassed I didn’t figure it out sooner. Actually I didn’t figure it out at all. I googled it in a fit of rage. (Rage is the stage right before throwing the computer out the window.)
Google is my best friend. When I uploaded Windows 7, I used it at work where they did informal training on the new features and they gave us paper materials we could read.
Everything is on-line. I like to try something WHILE I’m reading the directions. That’s not easy with on-line directions. Sometimes I watch an informational video several times until I get it.
Most of my old files are downloaded but there is more work to do. I was able to load my current version of Photoshop without an upgrade. The printer synced up easily. (One thing I love is that I don’t have to download drivers. I don’t know why. Perhaps Microsoft has a chauffeur service?)
It even recognizes that the beloved husband has a computer nearby. It wants to sync up. I must have gotten the dating version. Time will tell if it’s the stalking version.
For me a new computer means nothing works the same. My favorite sites are questioning who I am.
My bank made me answer a list of questions similar to Homeland Security before giving me access. Can they see through the screen? Do I look different? Was my hair combed? What’s the deal here?
Windows 8 has stolen my snark and filed it away. I have to find it. Maybe I can google that.
Just a postscript: I am convinced every programmer at Microsoft is prepubescent. There is no way to increase the font size on the Outlook reading pane. I’m guessing it’s around 6 point.