Curses to Cursive

Right now, I’m procrastinating on addressing our wedding invitations. For those of you unaware (and if you’re unaware, you’re likely not invited, soo…sorry), Matt and I are getting married this May. There are plenty of things I could talk about related to the wedding, but I find the invitations to be worth a writing prompt.

When was the last time you used cursive? When I asked Matt this question he said that, when he is trying to clear his mind at work, he will write the alphabet in cursive to distract himself. I looked up from my hand cramp to tell him he was weird. Other than Matt (and maybe my mom….) I seriously doubt that many people I know personally use cursive regularly.

We didn’t have to adhere to this handwritten invitations tradition; in fact, for our Save-the-Dates, Matt was singlehandedly in charge of printing addresses onto the envelopes to mail out. He even excitedly picked out the font and stamps while I laid on the couch on my laptop going “Sure, honey, looks good.” But his willingness to be in charge of the Save-the-Dates made me all the more convinced that I should perform my womanly duties of handwriting our actual invitations.

These days I’m on the computer most of my waking hours. I have stretches that I do to help with my typing-related injuries. But yesterday, as I huddled over opalescent white pearl envelopes angled with the bottom left corner facing me, I realized I was working muscles that I’ve not really utilized since middle school–the last time I was forced to use cursive.

It’s a strange feeling to realize that your hand is out of shape. I’m not surprised to find other parts of me out of shape (ok that’s a lie too, I’m consistently surprised that I don’t have the same athletic stamina I did five years ago), but my hand? How can my hand be out of shape?

With some states (e.g. Indiana) no longer including cursive as part of their public school curriculum, I’m beginning to wonder what wedding invitations and thank-you notes will look like twenty years from now. I know the latter are a dying breed already, but I can’t help anticipate the bit of nostalgia I will feel when I finally stop receiving things written in cursive.

Of course, part of me also looks forward to telling my own son and/or daughter about the time I had to address 100 inner and outer envelopes in handwritten cursive. Uphill. Both ways.

The Cubicle Life

Hello loyal readers. I have not posted in weeks because I have been settling into my new job as a cubicle jockey. I’m now working as a Technical Writer/Documentation Specialist for Dovel Technologies, Inc. in McLean, Virginia. That’s right, someone was finally willing to take a risk on me, and I got my first post-education job, which I’m told is the hard part. Although, my title is somewhat deceiving, as I actually do very little writing in this position.

I’m still adjusting to corporate culture in the private sector, as it is much less relaxed than the academic world I came from. Right now I’m wearing a dress, blazer, and pantyhose (I hate the word “panty”) with an identification badge hanging from my neck. The break room has horrible coffee and Dilbert comic strips taped to the cabinets. Most of my job involves taking meeting minutes, meaning I’m involved with various meetings that don’t even affect me throughout the week. Out of the 24 meetings (currently) scheduled on my project this week, I will be attending 14. I know lots of you probably have similar schedules, but I am the one responsible for recording everything.

Most of my office mates seem to either skip lunch or go out to eat. Many of them have commented on the fact that I bring my own food to work. I also bring my own lattes out of necessity (I literally spit out the break room coffee after I took a sip). I’m usually one of the first people in the office every day, arriving between 7:30 and 8 a.m.; that means I also leave by 3:30 or 4 p.m. every day. For both the morning and evening commute, I narrowly avoid the worst of rush hour on the D.C. Beltway.

My back hurts from sitting in a chair that was not designed with humans in mind. In fact I’m not sure for whom this chair was designed, but the answer is certainly not short people. I have gone from using Outlook and Internet Explorer on a “never” basis to a daily basis. Most of the emails I receive are not relevant to me at all; I also make sure to send emails to people when the topic is not relevant to them, just to keep things fair. I assume that’s how I end up on these email threads in the first place.

There, now that I have gotten the “my new job” post out of the way, I can go back to posting fun stuff again. Thanks for sticking around!