I complain a lot.
On that last subject, I’ve dedicated a fair bit of space (too much) to whining about how faceless municipal staff spend money to purchase technology that isn’t used in the best interest of the people they ‘serve.’ I promised that I’d stop doing that. I’m not actually breaking that promise because this post has nothing to do with technology. (Unless you have a fairly relaxed definition of what constitutes ‘technology.’)
When one goes to an arena to play hockey, one invariably uses a dressing room. There are various ways that one might identify the correct room but once identified, one has to find it. Fortunately, the rooms are numbered and there is always a label. A legend. A sign on the door. Something to distinguish room 1 from room 101. At the arena nearest my house, the dressing rooms are labelled by foot-high red numbers painted on the doors. (Makes things pretty simple. Even I find it hard to misunderstand and I confuse easily.) It was like that — giant red numbers on the doors — for a long time. (I’m not sure exactly how long, but many years certainly.) One day, though, an unknown genius decided that a single giant red number was too easy to miss. Too understated. Too subtle.
(To be honest, he/she may have had a point. A small point, but a point. The giant red numbers, like flat screen televisions, aren’t particularly easy to read unless one is ‘close enough’ to being in front of it/them. That’s never been a problem for me but I can see it being a problem for some people.) Extra signage was deemed valuable so it was added — signs over the doors that could be read from a significant distance away. Perfect.
Two numbers — one giant, one smaller — is clearly not enough. In the last few months someone came to that conclusion and so a third sign was added, smaller than the other two but with two different numbers on it, not one.
Everything is so much clearer now.