Dear Diary,
Oh dear. It's already getting off to a good start this week. If I don't publish anything at the weekend, it's usually for the same reason. Without wanting to attach any value to it: Care. And without wanting to put a stamp on care, the isolated positive achievements of individuals cannot disguise the miserable overall performance of my care service.
True story. Dogs that bark don't bite. Have I already mentioned that I don't like cats?
I like to talk. I like to hear my words. I like to discuss, to discuss solutions. I make decisions and make sure they are implemented. Professionally anyway, that's my job. But I am also consistent in my private life. Sometimes I'm a bit too black and white, some people might think. I think so too from time to time.
It's a shame I can't type faster with my eyes. Then it would be easier for me to repeat arguments, to explain what has already been explained a second time. Five times every damn week, if necessary, which it is. But bare with me, I type with my eyes. The software's word predictions are useless. The eye control has never heard of glyde typing, which would multiply performance. In general, one wonders whether the settings have ever been tested. Under real conditions, real life, so to speak. Imagine, for example, that in the settings you can choose whether a space should be placed after each word or not. After every word. Also before every comma, full stop and other punctuation marks. Nobody would come up with such a stupid idea. That would mean either deleting a space before every punctuation mark by eye control or inserting another space after every word. That would be stupid. It would be quicker to do without the input help. Plus minus zero, so to speak. They don't really do that. Or do they? ChatGPT & Co. with all due respect. The technology has been around for a long time. When will it arrive in the real world? The real world, so to speak.
For people like me, who managed well over 400 strokes per minute when they were still able, the roughly 1,500 characters of this text up to here can hardly be done in under 15 minutes. I used to think carefully about what I was saying and how before I opened my mouth. The limiting eye control makes this even more so. Isn't it enough to say once how I want to be stored? Do I really have to complain 6 times in just one day about exactly the things that have been described in my instructions with pictures exactly the same way for a whole fucking year? Do I have to justify myself if I ask for something to be changed on the mask, while nothing can be changed on the mask without consultation? Apparently yes.
As I said, dogs barking and all that. I could write a separate article on all the topics. But there seems to be no hope left at some construction sites. I wish you a better start to the week than my last few days promise for me. And I say goodbye with one of these hopeless cases.
Patrick "The headband is at the back of the neck. It has to be on the head, by the hair, behind the ears." Carer "No! You're wrong!" unusually gruff tone of voice, almost military Patrick "Okay, it just feels like the lower left band is much lower than on the right side. I could be wrong." Carer "I don't know what you feel. The ligaments are absolutely the same on the left and on the right." Patrick "We know that I have disturbed perception. Would you please pull the left band higher anyway?" Carer "You can't. It's already all the way up. You're tired, I can see it in your eyes. That's the problem."He'll know. He's the expert. What do I know?
After we agreed to disagree, I took a selfie. Naa yes.
