My old cell phone died the
other day, after several years of exemplary service, and I had to go
out and buy a new one. Now, if I talk a total of ten minutes a month
on the phone, it's been an exceptionally busy month. Therefore, ever
since I got my first cell phone shortly after moving back to Chicago
in 2006, I have opted for the simplest, most basic of phones. No
bells, no whistles, just a phone. And because I couldn't see paying
$3,229 per month to sign up for Sprint or Verizon or ATT or Cellular
One, I bought a phone that allowed me to simply buy blocks of minutes
and not have to worry about anything else.
So when I bought my new
phone, for which I paid, I think,
$29.99, I expected it to come with a very simple “Press ON
to turn the phone on, Press OFF to turn the phone off” instruction
manual. Imagine my surprise to find this one comes with a 126-page
instruction manual. 126 pages! From
what I can gather, the phone not only can send and receive telephone
calls, it can text, accept and send voice mail messages, take photos,
accommodate conference calls, fax, send and receive Morse code,
directly access the Encyclopedia Britannica, store recipes, and run
errands. I suspect one of the little slots on the side is for putting
in detergent when I wish it to do the laundry.
So when
I got home, I took out the instruction manual and went into the
living room to study it. I got exactly one-half page into it and gave
up, totally overwhelmed and utterly confused.
I do not
follow instructions well. No, let's face it...I do not follow
instructions. Period. I never have, which has gotten me into far more
trouble than I choose to think of at the moment or ever, and chances
are very good that I shall never learn to follow them.
Instruction
manuals, I have found, are both insidious and devious.They purport to
be written in English but are, on closer inspection, in fact written
in some sort of indecipherable code. “When assembling the digital
superstructure, it is imperative that the framastat be aligned
properly with the mainframe. As noted on page 119, Illustration 18-B,
simply insert Tab A into Slot B.” I then discover that, nine times
out of 10, I can find neither Tab A nor Slot B.
It
isn't that I don't want to follow instructions. Really, it isn't. And
I do try to the best of my abilities (“to the best of my abilities”
being the operative phrase here). I do
want to understand how things work and how to work them, and I feel
utterly stupid when I do not/cannot.
My
inability to follow instructions is not limited to instruction
manuals. I've often told the story of being forced (it was a required
class) to take algebra...or maybe it was geometry...or quantum
physics; they're all the same to me...in college. Math, or as I still
call it, “arithmetic,” has always been terra incognito for me. At
any rate, I hated the class, and reacted to it like a tuna caught in
a fishing net. It was the only class I ever took which I avoided an
“F” simply out of the kindness of the instructor.
I
remember one prime example from the class. The instructor drew a
problem on the blackboard, explaining the significance of every
single squiggle and its relation to all the other squiggles and, as
he did so, I was totally amazed that I understood everything he said.
It was all crystal clear and I was giddy with my breakthrough in
comprehension. And then, when he had finished the equation, which
stretched clear across the blackboard, he walked back to the middle
of the equation and changed a “4” to a “3” and said, “and
how does this change the answer?” and I immediately dissolved into
a quivering mass of total stupidity. Not only did I not have a clue
as to what the answer might be now, I couldn't remember one single
thing about how he had arrived at the answer he originally got. It
was, as I say, both humiliating and immeasurably frustrating.
Did I
mention that I have a new cell phone? Did I mention that the
instruction manual that came with it is 126 pages long? Did I mention
that I make very few phone calls? Can you understand why?
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2 comments:
So...uh...Gary stopped by to give you a hand? And did you happen to put the old chip into the new phone so you don't have to re-enter all of your contacts? And, of course, I suspect you kept your old number?
Never mind dear, my husband is the same...I think not being able to follow instructions & directions is a man thing.
Carol x
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