I recently was given a new iPad for work. I get to use it for non-work stuff, but my iPhone is my go-to mobile device. I have to buy my own phone. I use it for work stuff, just as much, perhaps more than I use the iPad for personal stuff, but these are the things that all come out in the wash.
Anyway, the week after getting the new iPad, I had to travel to New York City for three days. It was going to be a busy three days, so there didn’t seem to be the need to take my laptop.
Now, you should know that me traveling without a laptop is as if my grandmother had traveled without her knitting, or my dad had traveled without his golf clubs – i.e. things that just don’t happen.
I prepared for the journey. I reckoned that I would need to reply to a million emails, ‘cuz I think that’s in my job description. I would need to review / edit some documents that would be stored in online storage on a few different platforms, and I would want to post two blog entries.
My iPad had been restored from a recent backup of my old iPad, so in theory, everything I needed was already there. Except the stuff that wasn’t, and the stuff that wouldn’t work because the new iPad had the latest version of the operating system (iOS). I didn’t know about those two categories. I saw icons and folders and I assumed all was well. I had written the two blog posts, and I had uploaded the photos I planned to publish. Surely, I could do everything else from the WordPress app. That was my thought, until I launched the app.
“WordPress Cannot continue – Please login again!”
Every attempt to login again failed. The path forward was clear, the app had to be deleted and reinstalled. Something about WordPress didn’t like being restored from a backup. I know this procedure works, but deleting an app, even a non-functional app (that you need) is a leap of faith. It’s like putting your wallet in one of those cheesy hotel room safes. You set the combination. You test it, but once you put your wallet in there, if that combination doesn’t work…
I deleted the app and proceeded to the App Store. The App Store wouldn’t load. I got some cute error message: “drat” “fiddlesticks” “blast” or something like that. Those are not funny when the app-that-didn’t-load is the only way I can publish those blog posts. OK, yes I could always get to my blog admin through the browser, but I didn’t think of that in the heat of that particular moment. I needed the APP!
Note: this is why I didn’t go into law enforcement or medicine or some such field where lives are often in danger. I could see myself causing great harm in stressful situations like this. I’m good in a crisis, but it takes me a little while to get the reaction-induced-stupidity out of the way, so the eventual cool-logical-approach can surface.
On the second try, the App Store opened. I found the WordPress app, downloaded – opened – logged-in and all was well.
Do you remember when deleting an app(lication) and reinstalling it meant having to have the original diskettes and all the upgrade diskettes? I remember the remarkably inconvenient installation of Adobe PhotoShop when I had to insert the Disk-1 from the original purchase and Disk-1 from the three subsequent upgrades. I remember because I was installing PhotoShop on a machine that didn’t have a 5 1/4” diskette drive. I had to map a drive to a machine on our network that still had a 5 1/4” floppy drive and point Adobe to that drive. That machine was in a server room at the end of the hall, so to change the diskette, I had to walk there and back.
Children, by that I mean those of you under 30, I’m not making this up. This is how we had to work. You know the USB sticks, the CDs and the DVDs you think are signs of dinosaur-tech? I was working in this industry when those things were invented! Sliced-bread and bottled beer had nothing on the CD that replaced the 35 diskettes required to install Windows.
Suffice it to say, you weren’t doing that on a train to New York.
And, speaking of cavemen, after I wrote this, I noticed this Priorhouse blog entry, which I thought was pretty funny.