I truly don’t know whether I’m coming or going. I spent most of last night trying to figure out my WordPress app with zero results.
Bedlam Before Bed
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again… isn’t WordPress supposed to be user friendly? Why, then when I tried to get onto my site just now using Safari, is it telling me “that link has expired”?
I had to go through my phone’s WordPress app, and click on WP admin to get these words on this page.
And to top it all off, my keyboard isn’t working correctly. The word “i” no longer comes up automatically capitalized, and just because you’ve put in a period at the end of a sentence does not mean the following word will be capitalized. This, I find, to be very disconcerting, not to mention inconvenient.
Plus, I can’t post the link to my last blog post on Jenny Lawson’s (thebloggess.com) site when I comment anymore-AND THAT’S WHAT STARTED THIS WHOLE “TRYING TO LEARN HOW WORDPRESS WORKS” THING IN THE FIRST PLACE!
They reel you in by asking if you’d like to post a link to your last blog post with your comment. So of course, being the self serving blogger I am, I click the button. The link comes up at the bottom, just like it used to do.
And then you click on “post comment” and everything goes to hell in a hand basket.
WordPress redirects me to a different page, one that tells you that the username you put in is wrong, or is currently being used on a different device, or on the same device, who can remember, and demands that you put in a password to prove you are who you say you are.
I’ve put in my password whereupon WordPress will post my comment, but not the link (???). So I’ve changed passwords, tried different usernames, and finally in despair gone to the WordPress help area to see what changed since it used to work fine.
I learned that if you’re a developer, it’s easy peasy mac and cheesy.
Tech impaired people not so much.
So all night, I struggled to understand what my brain cannot seem to absorb. The only thing I got out of my hours of study, was exhausted.
I never had this problem until I downloaded the WordPress app.
To be fair, I have a very bad sense of direction, too. I can’t find my way out of a paper bag. John said “if your brain says go left, go right.”
I got lost in the Starbucks parking lot.
My lack of a sense of direction makes my daughter, Greyson, irrationally angry. But lots of things make her irrationally angry, so I’ve got that going for me.
People, I have lived in the same development for over five years. The Starbucks is literally across the street from us.
But sure as shooting, I’ll end up circling around the Sonic drive through, then see the Starbucks out of the corner of my eye because it’s that close. I maintain that this particular Starbucks is weirdly placed in this parking lot and that’s why I missed it.
Greyson disagrees. She can also find the exit that takes one to the part of the street where one can simply go straight across the street to get back into one’s development.
I’ll end up exiting at the point in the road where I have to go to the stoplight, and do a U-turn to make it back home.
I made Greyson drive the last time we went to get coffee to save me from her irrational anger.
She’s easily irritated.
Well, I tried to put in another subhead about my anxiety-ridden boredom with all this mess, but that seems to be another tool that WordPress has taken from me.
My grandchildren just got here, so I need to go pay attention to them. I’m such a stellar grandmother. They’ve been here for an hour, and I’ve yet to look up from writing this post except to give them the initial “you just got here, so I must go hug you” stage.
I love you all, and wish you a happy Thanksgiving. Remember, depression lies and WordPress is a pain in my ass.
Don’t forget how wonderful you are, even if you’re totally technically stupid and can’t find your way out of a parking lot.
Being anxious around your family members when you all get together for Thanksgiving is normal, too.
I was only slightly more anxious on the flight out here. Flight anxiety is normal, too, especially when the flight attendant has on enough perfume to scent the entire cabin and you end up with a headache.
And now, I must go perform the “good mother/grandmother/sister/wife/aunt/ and all around good person” act for my family, who are now all here.