(Delayed post due to forgetting to publish)
It’s been a long day. I went to walk-in at the VA to get a new sleep medication first thing. After that, I headed to work, where I had to conduct some interviews. The first interview was easy. It was a college student working on his B.S. in Computer Science at a local university. Surprisingly, he doesn’t know how to code. I thought everyone who studied to work in computers knew how to code. I told him no, but gave him information to apply for an internship next year. And a homemade DVD with some good tutorials to get him started with coding.
He was under the impression that we’d hire anyone with Autism. That’s illogical. So that was short, and went well as it could. The next person had scheduling conflicts that eliminated him. The final person was perfect for the position. She’s a senior citizen who had to quit her previous job at McDonald’s because being on her feet that long was a problem. She’s kind, and the guys met her and like her. We got an appointment with a local office store that will get her workspace situated ergonomically. She complimented my rocking chair. So yeah, I like her too.
When I explained to her that we all have Autism, (with Sean being my echo, because that’s not obnoxious), she said she has two grandchildren who are on the spectrum. Then there was the awkward pause. Then she sat with me while I helped her pick a computer. I told her that I’ll teach her how to use the software, and any other stuff she wants to learn on the computer.
I sort of specialize in teaching the elderly how to be internet savvy. It’s fun and simple. I buy them a netbook (Windows), because whatever they were using was probably made by Gateway or Packard Bell. Then I go through the steps to do a task. Then I put each task on a notecard, step by step, so that they can refer to it until it’s natural. Then let them file the cards in what order they want, leave an email address, and thank them for whatever food they gave me while I was teaching them. I meet most of them at the VA in the waiting rooms. Some have been neighbors.
One of them had a son I went to school with, but he was in a higher grade. He works in network security at a bank, and would show his Mom how to do something on the computer one time, and then complain if she asked how to do the same task again. What a douche. So I taught her, and made cards. She kept coming back to learn more stuff, so I taught her more stuff. She’s a total computer nerd now. She takes her netbook with her everywhere, (lots of bus trips to various casinos). Her friends consult her now for computer advice. She called me not long ago to tell me that her son was impressed by her website. I could tell she was proud of herself.
I don’t understand why some people assume the elderly are incapable of learning how to be computer wizards. People are so much smarter than computers. For now, (laughs maniacally).