I recall that it was something of an embarrassment to have my son find me so upset on that Wednesday long ago.he had come home expecting to have the place all to himself,only to find me there ,frantic with worry about losing my job,i had assumed that i could master typing in just could not catch on to it in time,i suppose i should have enrolled on a correspondence course,as i did when learning to run the nursery ,but by then it was too late. I felt helpless and the tension at work was becoming too much to bear,so in the end i just had to accept defect and change jobs.not that i gave up wanting to type.i went on practicing and eventually mastered it.