I was trying to organize my old emails folders in the last few days and realized I have a lot of reorganinzing to do. By "my" email folders, I am referring to both mine and my husband's--since he wouldn't know an email if it bit him in the ass and left a hickey the size of New Zealand. Clue--my guy doesn't get email, even if 'his' email comes to 'him'; I am his personal secretary and I read it to him; in his spare time, he reads how to tan hides like Neanderthals and how homo erectus chipped spearheads.
An amazing amount of his email is from female employees that he doesn't know except from time sheets. Most he finds extremely embarrassing. Some he finds flattering. And in NO case does he ever respond. Fact is, he doesn't know how to respond to email, and isn't interested in finding out how to respond to email (that is my job). Many of these female employees really have no clue exactly what type of person he is, and would be uncomfortable with who he really is--and he is very well aware of that fact. My husband isn't very civilized, or shows much citified behavior. Of course, he would have been right at home during the last Ice Age.
And though I have worked on computers since 1978 (the very Dawn of Time, by some accounts), I am fine with my husband's rather backward traits. I have learned the value of his knowledge. Besides, whenever I find an arrowhead at the ranch, at least I know what I am looking at now.
