All of theabove.
Couldn't have put it better myself Sarge. The further I step back from technologies various the more I'm called a technophobe. The fact that I have never struggled to program a VCR or it's modern equivalent and as a former systems and server builder I'm able to discuss/explain what's happening inside the chips at the molecular level cuts no ice with these moronic young preening lack-wits and all because I refuse to worship at the shrine of St Jobs and take part in the insidious wank-fast that is all things Apple. Like yourself I too find that product knowledge is out of the window unless it's on the script sheet in front of "Dave/Kevin" at the Mumbai, sorry local to you, call centre. How I long for the days of a time served engineer who once the fault of a device was explained to him had enough gumption to go straight to the heart of the matter and also take a responsibility for his decisions, whereas nowadays the modern "technician" just goes through a check list of possible solutions until by dint of elimination proudly says "Hey I fixed it" whilst charging you for each step of the process. At no point will he/she/whatever retain anything from the experience and will just wash rinse repeat when the next identical fault decides to hove into view. I can only assume it's a lack of intelligence on said operatives part or that it's easier to divest themselves of any personal responsibility and blame the check sheet instead when the shit hits the fan. I recently changed the washer on a leaky tap (faucet) for a young neighbour and the look of incredulity on his face was something to behold. Words such as "Wow where did you pick up these life skills?" emanated from his vacuous mouth, it was almost as if I was some arcane elder, fluent in a dark art of some description, rather than a normal human being who took the trouble to learn simple household maintenance as it might be useful in my life rather than blithely hurtling through this mortal coil caring only about my own self gratification or how many chips (fries) I could cram down my gullet. Either way I find myself stepping back from as much personal interaction with anyone who is unaware of who Jimmy Clitheroe(Midget, music hall/radio comic) was or what a guinea was in old money as I possibly can. It's not a generational thing either more the attitudes engendered into society these days just as you describe, and from where this emanates I know not, and one I seem to be out of lock step with. Anyway without wishing to push you over the edge of the precipice of what ails you, I leave you with a happy smiling face to gaze at most fondly in your forthcoming absentia.
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