Only a few short weeks ago, I implored the IT Giants to Grow UP and suddenly Google is setting up a new top company.
What power I now wield.
Alas, I suspect that my little rant went unnoticed as Google was planning its next stage of global conquest.
Even though Google have been busy with other things, here, my quest for efficiency and productivity has continued.
I seek an email client that works across all of my devices, in the same fashion, so that I can seamlessly transition from one device to another and thereby be truly mobile.
Productive – checking email, even while trying to avoid my nose being pressed into the raised armpit of the man next to me by the crush of a rush-hour tube. Geek Nirvana.
Since my last update – I have been through several more configurations trying to get Apple and Google to play nice.
I won’t bore you with all of the permutations that I tried – suffice it to say that I probably funded the legal costs of Google’s latest move through the purchase of apps.
One particularly exciting setup was with a little thing called Mail Pilot.
There it was – an email client that is G-mail-friendly (YES!), that would work on a Mac, on an iPad and on an iPhone (YES! YES!), that would seamlessly sync (YES! YES! YES!) and was designed to operate an Inbox zero approach. (YES! YES! YES! I daresay that you get the idea)
I installed the app on the Mac – and played around with it. Encouraging.
I put it onto the iPad and iPhone. All right. Pretty good too.
After a couple of days, I became more convinced that mails that I had dealt with on the phone or iPad were reappearing on the computer.
In the tried and tested method held sacred by all IT folk – I uninstalled everything, turned all the hardware off, had a cup of tea, turned the hardware back on again, reinstalled the software and had another look. The only thing that I did not do, was send myself a hefty invoice.
Despite the employment of high powered IT consultancy as described above, the applications were not synchronising correctly. Not good news.
I decided to bring out the big guns. I looked for written instructions.
Shocking.
I know.
But still no progress.
Time for the nuclear option.
I contacted the developer.
Yes. I can confirm. I am a male and I did ask for directions.
Humbling and humiliating.
However, to my immense satisfaction – I can report that I was right all along. There is never any point in asking for directions.
The slimy little toe-rags have not replied.
So, I am doing the IT equivalent of driving around and around until I fall upon the required destination through a process of dogged determination.
