In my lofty position as liaison between my condo building and our management company, I needed to contact everyone in the building. Tricky to do with no one’s phone or email. I downloaded the questionnaire form used by the other reps, adapted it to suit my needs, and prepared to print it. No luck.
My new laptop refuses to acknowledge the existence of our printer and the handy CD provided by the printer company would have solved everything, but apparently in our relentlessly changing tech world, they don’t make laptops with CD drives anymore. We finally figured out a work-around by loading the document onto a flash drive, plugging it into My Guy’s computer, and printing from that.
A tad ironic that before I can email anyone I needed to first scotch tape that piece of paper to everyone’s door.
We were at an art display last weekend with live music in the background, a softly played sax, whose player also had a terrific singing voice. My first impulse was to see if he was selling a CD. But then I realized – the only place I could listen to it would be in my 11-year-old car, or at home on the player tucked away in a bedroom.
How do performers make a little extra money nowadays? Everything seems to be on-line.