Worth Writing

This report of the silly life of Steph is being written on a computer not hooked up to the internet.  From here I will transfer the writing onto a flash thingy… “drive” I think it’s called… and upload it onto the computer usefully hooked up to the internet.  And why am I going through these motions?  Because Steph – pathetic soul – is addicted to the internet and gets NO WRITING done when she can so easily click, click, click her silly little brains out all day long. 

 Sad, isn’t it?  But I have an inkling that many of you can relate.  I’ve installed myself upstairs and dusted off what used to be the kids’ computer.  The keyboard to it went missing somehow over the last couple of years so I ordered one online from an office supply store and it arrived today.  Along with the keyboard  – ‘cause you just KNOW you can’t get only one bitty thing when you can so easily jack up your already whinging creeping weeping credit card with more purchases – I also bought the new Microsoft Office Home and Student software which includes Word 2007, Excel 2007, and PowerPoint 2007.  It was on sale for a great price and I need to know how to use Excel and PowerPoint if I ever get catapulted back into the workaday world where the only experience I have is clerical work.

 Which brings me to the big leap.  I’m not planning to swing back into the 9 to 5 thing soon, but probably late next year will see me sticking my toes in the workaday waters.  The bills are enormous and I’m not getting any younger.  Savings would be a good thing to have, as would a pension.  Being an artist at heart I would shoot myself rather than work at most nasty laborious jobs, and simply despising dealing with money, my options are limited. 

 What has interested me and brought me some measure of pleasure in my life is being with animals.  The nearest veterinary school is very far away, I would have to move, and in any case I don’t want to do squeamishy things to the poor darlings.  I called up a few veterinary offices and asked what skills would necessary to work in the veterinary offices.  Therein I took the aforementioned leap into higher learning once again and applied for a few veterinary courses through distance ed. 

 I *gulp* am a college student.  AGH!  A forty year old college student.  *tee hee*   I’m taking Veterinary Office Skills and Procedures, Veterinary Terminology, and Veterinary Pharmacology.  Someday in the sort-of-near future I may earn gainful employment in a Vet Hospital, a Rescue Agency, or a Shelter. 

 When I was a kid my best friend lived near an animal shelter.  Every time I passed that building I stared at it with awe.  To me it was a very special place and the people were sooooo lucky to be allowed to work there.  I thought getting a job there would be like winning the lottery.  I just put that thought right out of my mind, though, because there was no reason to think I’d ever end up in a great job like that.  Somehow I became convinced my personal work misery would involve a punishment from hell like cleaning, cooking, or counting for a living.  I held jobs doing all three in some measure and ran screaming into the night from each one.  That was a long time ago.  

Today I’m still that same kid in a 40 year old body.  I only clean when it bothers me that some place in the house is not clean, and I assemble food rather than cook it, leaving the cooking to those who have a burning desire for hot food, and I refuse to develop a twitch over the size of my credit card bill.  As long as I can pay it off before I die it’s no cause for shame I say.

So – excuse the tangent, please – I’m sitting here at my not-hooked-up-to-the-internet computer  writing  a post for my blog on the silly life of Steph and I’m distracted by the fact that just down the stairs and to my right my DH is click, click, clicking away on the hooked-up-to-the-internet computer and I’m JEALOUS.  He’s using the “play” computer, and I have to use the “work” computer.  Right, right…I was the one who chose to be here.  Forgot for a moment. 

Lord.  Am I mature enough to go to college?