A virtual assistant … and a personal note.

The good news about the online world is I can get help from afar.  When Melissa, my part-time assistant and I can’t meet in person, we schedule “virtual sessions”.   She’ll log onto my account,  grab my mouse,  and suddenly the computer acts possessed.  For someone like me, used to total control of the keyboard, it’s like handing over the wheel, driving 60 miles an hour, with my eyes closed.  But I’ve gotten used to it and we’re able to slog through the work together.  I still send her a check old-school, even though we’ve toyed with PayPal, since she prefers getting a note from me tucked in with the check… and I’m happy to revert to the Olympia after an evening of no fingers.