Despite the fact that I spend most of my work day being best friends with a keyboard, I'm not the world's greatest typist. My fingers can do qwerty without thinking about it, but when one hand shifts just a few milimeters in one direction, it takes me a while to notice that what I think I'm typing isn't what's coming out.
Lots of times I think I'm typing "FINAL" on a status report. I'm actually calling my projects "FUBAK". And I don't even know what that means. But I bet I could guess.
When I put my name at the end of an email, sometimes I'm unware of signing off as Cjros.
That's my alien identity, apparently. Creepy.
Better go attend to the piles of fubak on my desk.
xoxo,
Cjros
1 comment:
I am simply a bad typist. I sign off as Deborag, and often tell my friends that they are full of carp.
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