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A life of bad penmanship.

Penmanship is not my strong point. In fact, it looks like a doctor who is being electrocuted. I can say in all honesty when they were teaching handwriting I was off, and I maintain that I am still one week behind everyone else with my cursive.

The holiday imposed exile from work has ended, and I need to get myself back wanting a day behind a computer. Over the past fortnight I’ve got out of the habit in many ways, from getting dressed in the morning to having to click a mouse all day long.

One aspect of work that I have not done while at home is to pick up a pen. I’ve had no need of a biro to jot a note nor a fountain pen to sign my name. This is just as well as my handwritten word is worse than my typed.

Penmanship is not my strong point. In fact, it looks like a doctor who is being electrocuted. I can say in all honesty when they were teaching handwriting I was off, and I maintain that I am still one week behind everyone else with my cursive.

This is a proper version of my handwriting. It’s even me trying a little bit harder!

The few university notes I made look like shorthand but all they are marks on a page that should be words but without the up or down strokes. Every single word is just a straight line with random dots where I assume an ‘i’ would be.

I always start a new job with a brand-new notebook and have good intentions to meticulously detail all the brilliant thoughts I have and create my version of a Da Vinci codex. Within a week it looks like I have squashed a million spiders within its pages (which is a better use for a notebook)

Even my home notes are a work of art (in the same way as Jackson Pollock) which are full of meaning. I found a page of them earlier to day, and cannot for the life of me work out what I was meant to be jotting down.

This is why I am glad I live in the times we do. Even since school I have been able to type when I’ve needed to, even if to begin with it required a typewriter (I am not that young). Now I have a laptop I can take around with me to make my note-taking more legible.

So as I go back to work there are many things that I am worried about, will I be too tired to make it to the end of the day, do I have any clothes without sick on, will I remember how to speak to adults? There is one way to get through these worries…write a list.

Then I won’t be able to read what I am panicking about.

By Viva Ergo Sum

Ah, so you worked out the riddle. You just needed to use dwarfish and the doors to Geek Ergo Sum opened. Or perhaps you just used Google. Either way you are here, on my little corner of the Internet.

2 replies on “A life of bad penmanship.”

It is funny how we get out of habits and routines easily.

My penmanship started to slip when computers came. I make a point to write.

Love your shorthand and your work of art , your spiders πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰πŸ™ƒ

I think we all suffer this.

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