I love computers. They give me instant answers to my obscure questions and allow me to travel all around the globe at the click of a mouse. I can talk to people for free, send rude messages in chat, oh and they allow me to write!
Lately I have become very unfriendly with the computer at work. It would be fair to say that I am beginning to loathe it. In my last post, I was used to bashing out regular reports and the odd letter, happily returning home at the end of the day to discover more words on my laptop at home.
This new computer that comes with the job, is the devil incarnate. It works on the principle of numbers you see, a concept that is both alien and unatural. Gone are the days of 'hands on' work with real, live, small people, replaced with a constant need to count heads and tot up monies owing.
"Just put the little numbers in the little boxes" a helpful colleague said this morning.
"I would the put little numbers in the little boxes if I could decide which fuckers to use" I muttered as she walked off.
I've been at it for three weeks now. Is that time enough to decide that I don't like this 'hands off' job, or should I be thinking about my nice fat pay packet at the end of the month - I don't have any problem with those numbers! So maybe I should just stop mourning the exhausting hours working with children and start enjoying my new found extra hours for writing - even if it does mean wanting to drive nails through my skull when the numbers don't add up.