I am in early this morning. I expect to see no "colleagues" for two hours. That's ok. I like the quietude and concentration the morning brings. I like getting in and doing the things I have to do, that, I believe, only I can do. I like the sounds of an empty office.
This morning I am in early to do a bit of freelance that's been uncharacteristically hanging over my head. I've been doing something I seldom do, procrastinating.
I pictured on my way in the blank piece of digital paper I will fill, with I hope, the right thoughts, words and emotions. I remembered back 20 years when we would clackety clack roll in a sheet of white paper into our Selectrics. I remember the reassuring whirr of the machine's motor and the rapid imprint from its type-ball. The ding at the end of a line of words and back again filling in another row.
Those sounds are gone now. My MacBook doesn't whisper me company. But that's ok. I have copy to write.
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Everyone in my office makes fun of me because I still hit the laptop keys as hard as I used to hit them on the Olivetti manual.
Guys, are we going to be nostalgic for illuminated manuscripts now?
Freelance? At your level George, that's verboten.
It's pro-bono, Anon. For my Alma Mater, Columbia U.
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