My parents insisted I take typing in 8th grade. I learned on a manual typewriter, and decades on I still hammer on my computer keyboard. On my last one, the more popular letters were worn off long before my job would replace it. Luckily I’m a decent touch typist. ~100 wpm.

"We are training artists here. If we do that right, you won't need ordinary jobs to support yourselves."

WTF? Was this man never an actual artist? One of the reasons that I abandoned my dreams of acting was that I found out that fewer than one percent of the actors in SAG made enough money to support themselves. Also, I saw a documentary on Bravo where this woman talked about her career, and she said "I've been waiting tables for 17 years, but if I ever have to fill out a form that asks for my occupation, I write 'actress.' " That really spoke to me. I knew that I was not confident enough in my talent to BELIEVE that I was an actress in the face of not getting work.

Cindy, a while back I came across an abandoned adding machine with receipt at work and I was SO EXCITED but it turned to not actually print. It was a sad day when I understood that no amount of tinkering on my part would fix it.

I never properly learned to type, so I can touch-type pretty well, but my technique is TERRIBLE.

My mother, on the other hand, refused to learn to type because she was NOT going to be a secretary, and it all worked out, since she never did become a secretary, except she still can't touch-type.

All those classes sound awesome to me. I did take typing in HS, because I had to fill up a time slot and it was all I could got. Typing and in the off semester “business machines” which I ended up dropping so I don’t know what it covered. What I do know is that both of those were considered basically a waste of a class by most of my (informal) academic track peers but I’ve been incredibly glad for the skill.

I have to vent about myself and my inability to not lose things.

I had my bank card in the pocket of the dress I wore yesterday. As I was preparing to leave the house, I retrieved it, with my headphones. I put on my jacket. I put on my mask, I put on my backpack, then I checked for the bank card. No bank card. Not near the headphones, not in any pockets. I have not moved, except for the motions of putting stuff on. It is not in the backpack. What I do find nearby on the dresser NEAR where the mask was was my OLD BANK CARD which I lost in March, hence the NEW BANK CARD. I can’t even with myself. Luckily, I actually have a backup bank account and card for when this happens because it happens so often, but I am getting tired of it.

There was a partner at the Big 4 accounting firm I worked at who told me that for most of her career, all the way until she made partner, she never let anyone see her type. She was a speed demon, but she knew as a woman in a male dominated industry she would immediately get categorized as note taker rather than active participant in every meeting.

I was just trying to think why I never took typing, because a lot of my friends definitely did, and it's because I always took voice classes as my elective. I would take whatever she was teaching in the time slot I had free.

There was a partner at the Big 4 accounting firm I worked at who told me that for most of her career, all the way until she made partner, she never let anyone see her type. She was a speed demon, but she knew as a woman in a male dominated industry she would immediately get categorized as note taker rather than active participant in every meeting.

I knew a woman who was a programmer who refused to change the toner on the printer for the same reason.