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Jobs that no longer exist. Gee, I bet people bitched about those new fangled machines taking over and what are humans supposed to do!? I dunno.

I do remember we had a milkman who would exchange empties and put the filled ones in a metal box we kept on the back porch. We also had the ragman come along and sell Mom stuff like pots, detergent and rags. He was our very own Mr. Haney like from the tv show, 'Green Acres.' Then there was the tv repairman who was missing a few fingers. He always glared at me because I liked to watch him change the giant tubes in the back of the television. Back in the day, we never pumped our own gas. Listen. Hear that bell? The car would roll over a hose which ding dinged and out came a man in a uniform that pumped gas, checked the oil and washed the windows. In school the Sisters of No Mercy had us go over to the convent and wash their dishes. 

Things change. 

There is one job I noticed that is still around and I had to ask Google why. It's the stenographer. When I watch court videos on YouTube, there is one woman who stands out, I guess because she's front and center. Usually we don't see them or know they are there unless a judge tells people to shut up so the recorder can hear what's going on, which is why we still have people typing in code what is happening in the courtroom. It's actually pretty fascinating to watch them. When I watched the Karen Read trial there were tons of people sitting right under the judge's desk. One had what looked like a megaphone that she would talk into and keep track of what everyone was saying. That's a job that has got to be stressful. If you want to know what it's like, watch Emily Hirsch in this movie. 

Stenotype 

But, people adapt or they die. That's your choice. None of us know truly how AI will affect us. Like everything it has the good and the bad. In fifty years, someone will be writing in Blogger (lol) harkening back to the day when humans delivered your groceries, or drove you to your destination. 

We'll see. Well, you'll see. I'll be dead. Maybe morticians will be replaced with mobots. 

*Can You Read This? 

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