Well it’s been a few days since I got my I-phone and one of the things that bugs me is the key pad. You see I’m a typist (well actually a card punch operator). I began my business career punching little holes in cardboard cards, and technically that’s how I learned to type. I took a typing class in high school and hated it. When I graduated I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do with my life. I was tired of school, and didn’t want to attend college — even though Dad tried to bribe me with a new car if I would go to college. (He wanted it that much because he never finished college. He contracted TB and missed taking his final exams; so he never graduated).
But I was sick of school and thus missed out on a brand new car. Instead I took a 6 week business course at Manpower Business Training Institute in St. Louis, MO to become a keypunch operator. And lucky me, right before graduating General American Life Insurance needed keypunch operators so my whole class got sent there to test for the jobs. Thus began my working career (with no job experience what so ever). See “Virginia” such things — though rare — are possible if you believe.
Anyway I digress
as usual. The I-phone key pad is not like a regular typewriter; so I spend a lot of time tying to locate the letter I need, but at least I am using the phone and must admit that I am getting spoiled. Yesterday I made a face-to-face (called face time) call with my son. (Must remember to get beautified from now on before using that feature.) One thing’s certain, if I keep this up my brain should stay strong. Now if I could just say that about the rest of me… Onward.