My fate is sealed. Should I not make it in this gig as SAHM, I’ll never be a secretary.
Which is a shame. Because I make a fabulous cup of coffee. However, clearly I can’t type.
I went into yesterdays typing challenge post feeling pretty confident. Cocky almost. And the gauntlet was thrown to the floor. The challenge was issued.
And you all answered the call. And kicked me in the seat warmer. A sound thrashing.
I hang my head in typing shame.
But really. Are most of you LIKE ROBOTS OR WHAT? And I’m talking to YOU Kim. 122 WPM? And you even had your husband verify your time.
Well, you’re my typing hero. Robot. Just sayin’.
I’ll admit that I went back and tried a few
hundred more times. I only got worse. It seems I’m a perfectionist. Kept going back to fix my errors. That slowed me down substantially.
I even tried cutting my nails. Just like in high school when I wanted to play my 6 string in the guitar mass. The results were similar. I still wasn’t very good. I could make Kumbaya sound like a train wreck.
My new shorter nails only made my typing speed slower. Sort of like when Samson got a little hair trim. But not really.
I didn’t think it was possible to get slower.
But yes. Yes, it was.
The nails just get in my way. So, I’ve lost nothing. Except my self esteem. Fiddledaddy passed me a little while ago while I was typing
the great American novel on that stupid test site. “I even type faster than you.”
That does it.
Tomorrow I’m in training.
Well, maybe not tomorrow. Since after watching the latest installment of “Lost”, I will have chewed my fingers down to bloody stumps.
And I’ll be lucky to type 5 WPM.
With my two left feet.
Have a blessed Easter weekend everyone! For tomorrows Saturday Stirrings, I thought I’d shake things up a bit and do an Easter themed recipe swap. See you then!