But not very. My laptop is off being fixed and I am getting daily bulletins as to it’s health. Apparently, it is totally clogged up inside with dust and skin cell particles and fur. Eeewwwww! I was asked if I ever used it in bed, if I had a cat, if I was a desperately lonely old hag with no life. Well, not the last but you could so get the subtext.
The thing is, yes and yes. I work a ten hour day (no breaks): when I get home, I am going horizontal. My life outside work is mainly focused on my bed (sweet, sweeeeettttt sleep and firm back support) and I have a cat because I am good at dealing with creatures that are selfish and that will occasionally grant me their attention and I’ll think it the best thing ever.
I wanted to protest and say in my defence that I was a lot less spinster/cat/work stereotyped in the last six months, since I’d managed to attract and hold a man but it just sounds pathetic and anyway the glue isn’t holding so well these days.
I’ve been stealing internet at one of the wineries and did borrow a laptop that doesn’t work awfully well but it is enough to just get my work emails and print out my manifests. Hence, the no online thing – I don’t care to leave traces of myself, outside work, on anybody else’s computer and having SH in my life taught me that I AM leaving traces, no matter what I do. Work does not need to know the screwed up person that I am. Hence, I hope you appreciate the way that I am posting this.
Hopefully, my laptop will be home soon. I am going to make my stepfather pick it up. Oddly, for somebody who doesn’t care much about what other people think of her, I don’t want to face the computer fix people to see me and think that no wonder it was in the state it was; just look at that person. I desperately don’t want to be the stereotype.
Maybe its because I am aware that I am possibly going back to that stereotype and, as much as I was happy like that, it is a lifestyle that is regarded negatively.