Is there a comment box I’m not aware of?
Or a customer service department with a perky staff trained to annoy?
*waits, listening patiently for a
response*
From the roaring nothing I’m hearing out there from my blogging peeps,
I assume the answer is a general “No. Cowboy it up, sister.”
Well, crap. That’s what I was afraid of.
Yesterday, in my attempt to up the blogging ante up a notch, I joined
Instagram.
Lovely site, truly.
Don’t have a problem with it, at all.
Could be fun and seems easy enough to do…
Now.
After 150 minutes of my oh-so precious life was wasted yesterday trying
to figure out what the freak to do and how to do it.
Far from being a complaint about Instagram, this is simply a scathing
indictment on myself and the tech-idiocy that comes so naturally to me.
Oh, I will get whatever it is done given time, evidenced by this blog
miraculously getting published each and every day on a handful of completely
different sites. (I still can’t believe I figured all that out. So, I lost a
few weeks doing so. Who really needs a January anyhow? *smirks*)
Bottom line is this: While this blog is now up on Instagram, my life is
now 150 minutes shorter.
*sighs*
Maybe Father Time’s got a manager I can talk to or something?
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
P.S. Here’s my Instagram account. If you want a few chuckles, check it
out. This should be hilarious.
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