i don't think a day goes by that i'm not reminded that i'm a loud typer.
what? is there such a thing as a loud typer?
when i was growing up, we were the family who had the computer in the living room - you know, so the children couldn't be trapped by spontaneous and accidental porn. my mom always got on my case about typing too loud. as if my keyboarding skills were getting in the way of an important family discussion or, better, a law & order re-run.
just the other day, i was sitting at a meeting at the client's office, i scrambled to get my computer up an running while the meeting took off before me. i typed and typed and typed as fast as i could to get up to speed and the guy sitting next to me says, "geesh... you're going to burn a hole in that thing. settle down."
and today. planning a whirlwind of an event, i'm typing the deets as they're going down in real time while i'm on the phone with a guy and - THROUGH THE PHONE - mentions my mad typing.
i'm getting a complex.
but really, i just type with purpose.
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