I've always loved technology. I've got a iPhone, iPad & Smart TV. I've got a weather station and a HD IP home security camera that I can view away from my property via an app on my phone. I've got a in car Go pro cam to capture footage of me being thrown through the windscreen should I have a crash. Even my toothbrush has 4 different settings and interchangeable heads. All I need now is one of those Japanese toilets that wash your bum after having a poo.
But since returning to work this new year I have discovered a fantastic new gadget I would like to share with you. I work in an office and have been using all manor of apps for taking notes, logging projects, calculating data and Communicating information with others. All my colleagues are the same and we collate notes and forward them to each other in such an efficient manner I didn't think anything could be simpler than turning on, typing up, copy and pasting, add contact, send, print and distribute.
But no. Look at this little baby.
It's called a pen. And in conjunction with a piece of paper (available from that little draw at the Side of the printer) you can actually write things manually.
Ok, it's not that simple I know. You need to know which way up to hold it up for starters, the battery compartments is difficult to find (still don't know where it is to be honest) and there is no off button either. but if you aim it in the right direction and fiddle with it a bit you'll be surprised how useful it can be.
In conjunction with a desk diary I've somehow managed to cut my workload in half this week. Just scribbling things and ticking them off as I work my way through jobs seems so much easier than reminder and to do apps for my phone.
What the hell was I doing? I've gone too far with the techno haven't I? You don't actually realise sometimes that you are making things harder for yourself with gadgets. (Microwaves excluded of course, Chicken stew in 3 minutes Vs 45 mins in the oven? What's that all about?)
All I need to do now is learn to write again. I'm finding it difficult to read my own writing sometimes. I wrote a telephone number down this morning and when I read it back I thought It said sausage. And my thumb and index finger were aching after scribbling a long letter to someone today. My wrists just can't take it.
I predict in 100 years from now humans won't be able to hold pens any more. Their hands will be the shape of some kind of electric socket and we will only be able to plug ourselves into things.