Preparing for next week’s holidays: Not as easy as pie

Technology, or IT as it’s referred to these days, as great as it is, scares some people. When I say some people, I basically mean my husband Jerry. I kid you not when I tell you he actually leaves his office on the 18th floor, heads outside and down the block in midtown to the bank to check his balance. (I can just imagine the excitement on the employee’s faces as he walks into the bank;there aren’t many people in banks these day).

I told him I have it set up online and all he has to do is put in the username and the password, and that I would write it down for him. “Nah. It’s easier for me to run over there.” To which I responded, “you’re kidding me, right?” But, he wasn’t. He was serious. Can’t wait to tell him he can take a picture of a check and deposit it from his phone, that ought to be fun, no? He is also the reason why the firm he is a partner at still has a complete tax law library, which only he uses. He refuses to use the Internet; he much more prefers to have the volumes in front of him. The IT department loves him because Jerry alone assures that they will never lose their jobs, because without them, Jerry is lost. For some crazy reason, unbeknownst to me, he manages just fine, when trying to find Ebay, Amazon and a host of other websites that carry things that he never knew he needed until he comes upon them.

It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks, though, I must say Jerry can now change air conditioning filters, raise or lower the thermostat and, oh boy, I guess that’s about it.

When Jerry’s firm provided cell phones to all the partners, Jerry refused his. He was told he needed to be reachable at any given time. Jerry thought to himself, that‘s the very last thing he would ever do voluntarily. Eventually he was forced to accept one, but he managed to still be as unreachable as ever. Then came the Blackberry revolution. Now unfortunately he could be reached by phone, email or text — or not at all, Jerry style