Tonight was the first of a series of teleclasses that I conducted about creativity. If you read my blog at all, you've seen me mention it at least fifty thousand times.
I did just about every thing wrong. The one sweet woman who showed up on the call, that I connected with right away, patiently listened to me go on and on until she finally got to ask a question, and I stupidly pressed the wrong button on the controls and cut her off mid-sentence. And like that, the connection was lost.
I don't know what to say except, I am truly sorry. I won't say her name because she may not want to be associated with this whole fiasco, but I hope that she will see this and accept my apology.
Technology is both my friend and my enemy.
I don't know why I thought I could managed the controls of the conference calling system when I cannot turn on the television at my house. It takes two remotes and the grasp of a sequence of button pushing I can never seem to get the hang of. So evidently, my operating system is to just start punching until something happens.
Have you ever tried to set the clock on your car radio? My husband can do it driving down the road. He's the one who cleverly set up the two remote system so I never get to make a tv program selection.
To tell the truth, I live in a state of technical difficulty and tonight it caught up with me.
I would like to atone for my misdeeds to the Gods of Technology, but I'm afraid of pushing the wrong button.