Okay, I’m not Cameron Diaz bad, but even my own mom claims that I’m a bad teacher. Isn’t she contractually obligated to tell me that everything I do is amazing?
In the last several years, I’ve spent countless hours teaching my mom:
- How to program the VCR
- How to use a DVD player
- How to use a universal remote
- How to use a cell phone
- How to search with Google
- How to bookmark
- How to create a Yahoo! e-mail account
- How to buy me presents on Amazon
- How to use a digital camera
- How to attach photos to an e-mail
- How to send photos to Walgreens
- How to buy a Groupon
- How to “ship to store”
- How to reserve movies from Redbox
- How to “friend” somebody on Facebook
- How to “defriend” somebody on Facebook
While my mom has truly mastered a few of the items above, our lessons have left her performance less than stellar on a majority of these activities. She blames her lack of understanding on me for being a bad teacher. I will admit that I don’t read diaglog boxes, I grab the mouse from her hand, I click faster than a Kardashian marriage, and I swear a little. Apparently what I perceive as efficient, others find irritating. You say potato, I say potahto.
I pretended not to hear my mom a few weeks ago when she asked, “Should I be tweeting?” And again yesterday morning when she said, “I wish that I knew how to sell stuff on Craig’s List.” I literally ran from the room when she uttered the words, “I ordered a DVR last week.”
That said, my mom was my very first blog subscriber and she still doesn’t even know what is a blog. I truly love my mom for trying so hard to learn about technology, new media, and how I spend my days in eMarketing. I just wish that somebody else would teach her.
