I envy those who are organized enough to keep their passwords, code numbers, and user ID’s in order. The irony for me is that though computers are supposed to make life easier, they end up, at least for me, making life more unnecessarily complicated. Of course, this is due in part to my having too many accounts and therefore too many codes and passwords of which to keep track, since I don’t even use some of them for months at a time. The result is that I often end up having to start over in registering accounts and keeping my records separate one from another.
Also, I have less and less patience for accounts with banks and firms that are so automated, that it takes much too long through pushing one button after another to reach an actual human being. The highly impersonal nature of the steps to making human contact (if there is any at all) is dehumanizing to me and makes me feel I’ve reached a new level of the unpleasant “future” realities described so frighteningly in books by Isaac Asimov, Robert Heinlein, Aldous Huxley, and George Orwell. Numbers are efficient, but they are much less pleasant than dealing with polite people, who can be asked questions in ways that make us feel we are not just dealing with robots or other machines. I much prefer the personal, special, and particular way I’m treated by a person with a real voice than by technological beings that make me feel like just another number or machine. I’m not sure if this is another sign that I’m becoming an old codger, of if I’m simply part of another era, now passed, that was more gracious in human terms and made me feel as though I mattered when trying to get information. Being on line or on the phone with automated gadgets is often workable, but it can also make me feel like just another microchip with a code number instead of a name. JB