I love being alive in 2018. I grew up in a strange environment where my mother believed she was meant for the era of Jane Austen, but I never identified with that emotion. For me, the present holds so much unbridled potential that I get giddy when I stop to think about all of the things I want to do.
Data entry is a pain I’ve written about more than once. Yes, it’s monotonous. Yes, it’s tedious. Yes, it’s prone to human error. Still, sometimes, it’s a necessity. How else are you going to get data into your databases if someone doesn’t enter it?
Remember that game of TELEPHONE? You’d sit in a line with other kids – the first kid would whisper a sentence to the second kid. Only one time – that’s all you got. The second kid would look a little puzzled, obviously not quite sure about what they heard, but would turn to the third kid and repeat the whisper. On an on this would go, until you got to the end of the line. That poor kid at the end now had to say what they heard – ALOUD – and of course it was nothing like the original sentence.