Techy........

Yesterday (Wednesday, December 13) was my semiannual visit to my dental-hygienist to have my teeth cleaned.
At least she is civil about it. The previous hygienist attacked your mouth.
“We need to take X-rays,” the hygienist said. “Haven’t done it for two years.”
I was covered with a lead apron, after which “Here; bite down on this.” ZZZZZZT!
Five different X-rays.
“So tell me,” I said, in honor of Bill. “When are you guys gonna go digital?”
“Not for a while,” she said.
“I worked in an office that had digital X-ray.”
We talked about how it works. The camera is digital and displays the images on a computer-screen. No chemicals — no developing.
“It’s nice, but a huge investment,” the hygienist said. “It isn’t just the X-ray machine; it’s also all the display paraphernalia.”
She looked at the X-rays later.
“I don’t see anything,” she said. “But the doctor will look at them, and if he sees anything, we’ll call you.”
“No, what you should probably do is e-mail me,” I said. “I check my e-mail every day. You call us up and you’ll probably get a machine. We’re never home.”
“Great idea,” she said; “but for that we need a computer.”

It looks like the technically-challenged receptionist at the PT-gym has been replaced.
She was an awfully nice lady, but technically challenged. She was totally lost — and has been replaced an unchallenged but less friendly receptionist.
The technically-challenged receptionist apparently did a number of inadvertent faux pas; once enough to make a second employee quit.
Apparently a gigantic address-list data-base was lost too, but that wasn’t the technically-challenged receptionist.
That was a lost CD. That data-base had to be completely reconstructed — by the Physical-Therapist, whose name is ironically Kristin.
(“Kristin; he’s done it again. Please step away from the ‘pyooter, Mr. Hughes.”)
What a tragic loss.
The technically-challenged receptionist was an awfully nice lady. I sang happy birthday to her on her birthday — she was floored.
But she was utterly buffaloed by technology; e.g. filing stuff in a computer, or computerized office-procedures.

—And I’m told it’s “floss-irrigate-brush.” —FIB.

1) My brother in Boston asserts he is more ‘pyooter-literate than me; so I suggested he inadvertently deleted an entire data-base — and the fixing thereof had to be done by the office-secretary: Kristin.)
2) My sister in Floridy makes a big deal out of “floss-brush-irrigate:” FBI.