Spyware and Work

It’s been a while since I wrote in this. I was going to update last Sunday, but unfortunately the laptop was infected with Spyware and was subsequently sent to my cousin’s to be repaired. Yes, the joys of bitter spotty virgins who think that hacking other people’s computers is a form of social life.

I was a little disappointed, as I managed to get some writing done on Friday. My mum and I went to my brother and sister-in-law’s house for a visit. As my mum and sister-in-law babbled in Gujarati, I took out my brother’s laptop and began writing the first bit of the Battle scene. It’s strange how motivated one can be in an environment other than their home. Don’t get me wrong, I can write a lot at home. But sometimes when I’m not motivated to do something, I find that there are plenty of opportunities to daydream or read articles on the Daily Mail website. There have been times where I thought about taking my laptop to the library to write, but I don’t like the idea of walking home alone under the darkening sky, when there are dodgy people lurking around, spying out lonely skinny women who can’t defend themselves. Bastards.

The weekend was pretty uneventful – I tried writing the rest of my chapter the old-fashioned, traditional way…yes, by pen and paper. Unfortunately I only churned out a few sentences before lying down by the heater lazily. I’m just too used to typing; it’s easier to abuse the keyboard, rather than scrawling hastily on a piece of paper while your brain is working faster than your hand. Or maybe I’ve been writing stories via Word for so long that writing on paper feels un-natural.

On Halloween, we only got one trick-or-treater at the door, which we ignored, by pretending that we were in the back garden and couldn’t hear them. It was strange, because we always get at least three. But then, I saw some little children dressed as superheroes, clowns and monsters in the afternoon, heading around one of the corners of our estate without knocking on any doors. It seemed apparent that one of their friends was holding a Halloween party, which probably explains why most of them didn’t bother with the Trick or Treating this year.

I started work on Monday. It’s going quiet well, although the environment is pretty dry as I don’t have much common ground with the girls who share my working space. Their walls are covered with Take That posters, pink hearts and flowers and drawings of Edward Cullen and Jacob Black. But the work is pretty enjoyable, as I spend all day writing press releases and articles for the university website. I felt a little stupid as Vicky keeps finding grammatical errors in my work and tells me to re-word things. But I’m confident that I will improve once I get used to this strange world of real jobs.