I am old enough to have entered the workforce before everyone had a computer. I am old enough to have started working before fax machines were the standard of speedy communications.
In the good old days, when I crossed the threshold to my first real workplace, smelly and outlandishly dressed bike messengers ruled the streets of San Francisco.
Back then, if someone had a computer, the screen was black with green or orange text, not unlike the dashboard of some cars. And you had to know DOS if you were to get anywhere in life.
When I started going on business trips, companies were just starting to use voice mail, and many a focus group discussion session was spent on what people thought of a company or an account rep if they reached voice mail. (Does it go without saying that most saw voice mail as the end of the world as they knew it?)
On those same early business trips, I brought a “portable” computer to take notes on. We rented it from a computer store, and the sucker must have weighed 30 pounds.
There was no such thing as email way back then. There was no such thing as the Internet. When the web started taking off, I remember radio commercials wasting precious moments of their 30-second spots telling people to go to “w-w-w – that stands for “World Wide Web” – dot-COMPANY NAME-dot-com – that’s “c-o-m.” Obviously, there weren’t many seconds left to tell you anything else in the ad.
Why do I mention all this? Because my frickin’ computer is so slow that the only thing stopping me from taking it out and shooting it with Eldest’s air gun is the recall of what slow really is.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to saddle up the horse and carriage and ride 25 miles to get my young’uns to school.