I awoke to the following note on our kitchen counter, which prompted today's post.
Today, since we run a kingdom that is fair, we feature, "Tech Support Responds" as part of our When Someone You Love Has A Blog, Part I, Part II, and now, our "surprise" guest contribution to the series, "Live-In Tech Support," as prepared by The Emperor.
Blogging: A Husband's Response
- Beloved blogger, [wife], shall not address husband as "tech support."
- Said that, "tech support" is not available during husband's wage earning hours. As in, no phone calls to work asking how to embed a YouTube video on her post for that day. It may be difficult for her to believe, but that is not what is known as "Level 1-Emergency."
- Tech Support's hours must be respected. No pre-alarm clock wake ups. Whether comments are appearing or not for her post that day, it can truly wait. In other words, please let me sleep.
- Said that, do not abuse on site tech support.
- As much as blogging has made for a much happier wife [beloved blogger], said person must still engage in her real life relationships, and look up from the computer as well as remove fingers from keyboard when husband/significant other is attempting conversation. Time together must be spent, drive through McDonald's does not count.
- The member in the household who clothes, feeds, and provides shelter should not have to wait in line or take a number to use the computer. Do you all like the computer? Good. Remember who brought it home.
- Beloved blogger [wife] must provide evidence of at least attempting to apply herself and figure out how to perform a task on blogger either through BloggerHelp or by googling. Same as I have to do. (as I've said before, there is no "secret code" that I know when I google problem solving situations and sites. )
- Last note to wife/beloved blogger, "with 25 years of professional work experience, why don't you listen to me when I suggest changes to your copy? I'm not just here for fodder."
Readjust your thinking.
A bowl of cereal for dinner surrounded by your family and served with a happy smile and warm laugh tastes better than any 7 course meal eaten alone in the finest restaurants of Paris, HongKong, Brazil, Amsterdam, Italy, India, Sydney, or Spain.
Believe me, I've had both.