I don’t get many texts. Most texts here come from siblings. The Text Ding stimulates an autonomous stomach-sinking response. “Ding!” “Oh god no, now what?”
For some reason on Friday I got more texts than all the rest of my life combined. At one point I was navigating three simultaneous text conversations. Not fun. I was reminded of when I taught Mom to copy and paste: everything was TOO FAST YOU'RE GOING TOO FAST SLOW DOWN.
Also, I forgot which thread had the bosses on it and I cursed, was told to keep it clean, which then spawned a separate cursing thread involving me and the younger set.
I find it amusing that the young co-workers see me as a sweet grandma who does not curse, so therefore my cursing is hilarious. Must remember to curse sparingly around them so I can capitalize on the shock factor.
Luckily, I work with teachers, so they were glad to show me how to use the dictation feature: that was useful. Most important, they showed me how to turn the damn dinging off for specific conversations, which I then did.