My desk, an unvisited place for the past, oh almost a year really, what an admission. Actually I use the kitchen table, the sofa, the chair, well anywhere really that I can sit with my little netbook.
I suppose this somewhat slovenly attitude started back in March when I was sofa bound with the bad feet. The netbook on lap was my salvation. I wrote So Easy Herbal from prone position so in my mind (ever a place to find the easy option) the sofa is point of choice for working. But come on Karon, it is not a work station and hardly condusive to effective effort.
Hmmmmm, the kitchen and hovering about between chairs and sofa is a hard habbit to break. Alas it has had to come to breaking point of late due to my fighting with the notebook sized screen that I have on aforementioned mini laptop.
My friend Colin recoils in horror at my mini laptop. "How can you work on photos, how can you work for any length of time on such a tiny machine, get a life, get a monitor!".
So on this rainy Saturday lunchtime I found myself heading for PC World to check out the monitors. Immediately my mind whizzes to an unihabited island (obviously called PC World, bit like Jurrasic Park really) where the land is populated by monitor lizards. They roam free and scaly and lumberingly horrible. Is it any wonder I have never embraced the concept of a monitor when I have this vision dancing before my eyes.
Anyway I brave the beach and head into the jungle (shop) to enquire about monitors, keyboards and the like. I have come armed of course. Colin has sent me out with a list (yes, yes, I do need a list) and I am therefore on a mission to fill said list.
First snare your sales assistant and try to find one who might just know more about the subject than you do. Tricky move when it's a Saturday and half the staff are their because they couldn't get the job they wanted at Next down the road. Anyway I eventually track down the elusive beastie and we peruse the monitors (see scaly creatures lumbering about etc). There is a wide selection but I am confident in my list, my list states exactly what size and resolution I am looiking for. This neatly knocks off half the display so I am not too baffled by choice. Further monitors are illiminated due to their bulk. Yes I'm sorry, I'm sizist here, slim is beautiful when it comes to a big plastic screeny thing taking up space on antique desk in diningroom – come on gals, it has to look right.
Just like Lord Allan's search for his apprentice, my hunt for a monitor continues for another half hour as I toy with the remaining choices. Sales assistant gets bored and wanders off. I eventually plump for thinnest shiniest monitor (of course) but have managed to choose a cheap one so am feeling quite bouyant.
Move on to the keyboards. Of for goodness sake, there is even a choice here. Flat, curved, ultra flat, extra buttons, blah blah blah. I pick the basic flat job. A mouse, oh yes a need a mouse. Must be optical and wireless and a decent size. Shouldn't have said that, immediately I am shown something so big and techy it wouldn't be out of place in Nasa launching a space programme. We settle for something of medium mouse to rat size. Lastly I need a hub. Now forgive me for my ignorance here, but I had no idea what this item would even look like. Aha it is a flat plastic thing that you plug your wires into, now we know.
By the time I stagger out of PC World/Jurasic Park armed with all my techno stuff I'm running half an hour late for my lunch date. "Sorry I'm late, I've been buying a monitor", why does this statement make my friends turn in shock. Yes me, and a monitor and techno stuff and embracing technology. Just doesn't sit well at all. Maybe they are seeing the unpacking of said monitor, the setting up and the snare of wires I will be enmeshed in. Maybe they are hearing the swearing and the pitious weeping as I can't get the laptop to work with the lid down and have to download help manuals from the internet and learn things online, ugh – yes I think they know me too well.
Fast forward to today, Monday. Yes let's ignore the setting up of the thing yesterday, suffice to say it all went as anyone would imagine it would – hellish. But here I am on Monday morning. Monitor on, keyboard tapping and tiny old teddy on top of the desk. He knows a lot that teddy. He is looking down on all this black plastic stuff and thinking "hmmmmm, just like years ago, long before the advent of her laptop, here she is back at the desk". Ah but how wrong you are Teddy, see me finish typing and unplug the laptop. See me scamper off with it to sit on the sofa with a cuppa and a biscuit.
No, no, must stay at desk and work today, must be like a grown up with a real work station and maybe even a work ethic.
no, no that's going way too far……….
Have a great week
PS thanks for all the lovely holiday invites. What a globe trotter I could be. Why the hell not, I might just whizz off to your part of the world and visit sometime soon…….