Another Confessional

It’s been a long time since I’ve entered the confessional to spill my potentially embarrassing and highly inconsequential secrets. I love stating the obvious as if it is a revelation to the world.

Shortly before leaving my last job (which happened to be in the automotive industry), I asked one of my coworkers if he could keep a secret. He assured me he could.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I’m not a car person.”

I was so grateful he hadn’t been drinking anything at the time because it would have been a spit take. We laughed about that for a while. But I digress…

So dear readers, I am ready to bare pare of my soul to you today. This may come as a shock, but I am not technologically inclined.

Back in high school, my entire class took the ASVAB (Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery) exam.

A few weeks later we one-on-one time with a member of the services to discuss the results. My Marine results interpreter looked at my results and told me I scored in the top grouping for all the tests except one. “Ma’am, we recommend you not touch anything with moving parts.”

I laughed. I knew before he said it what section he was referring to. There were pictures of engine parts that needed to be identified, and even worse were four different drawings and we had to determine which of them a fifth drawing could fit into. What?!?!?!? My brain doesn’t do that. I guessed on every question. That was obvious by my score.

Certain things that are no-brainers for most of the world are incredibly challenging for me. For years I’ve failed at changing my own windshield wiper blades.

I could get them off, but the new ones never would go back on. One year I even took pictures of each step in the removal, but I couldn’t do the process in reverse. I offered to pay a neighbor to put the new blades on my car. He spent thirty seconds on the project and waived off my offered funds.

This year I talked DH2U into helping me. I’d already told him the whole saga, so he asked me to take the old blades off. I did, and then I tried to put the new one on. It worked!!!! Holy crap! How liberating to finally have mastered this skill!

Am I the only technologically challenged person out there? or Was the ASVAB given out to everyone in school, or was my case unusual?