I am thinking that last post might have made me sound a bit scattered (to put it nicely.) That's kind of how I feel lately. On the inside - I sure hope not on the outside too.
I am just not having a good week. For no specific reason, more like a whole bunch of little ones. And my cheerfulness is squashed down by my worries. About stuff that I really can't control anyway.
So here is the plan. If there is anyone actually reading this - I know some of you said you were but I fear my lack of regular posting is killing my following - then post a comment. Doesn't have to be anything important, just say hi so I know you are there. Then I will feel obligated to write amusing stuff for you and, in the process, will probably cheer myself up a bit.
Or just do it anyway!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Shut up! I hate you!
Well, not you specifically. Unless you were in front of me on I-75 today. Then maybe I actually do.
Let's get right to it. I am having a totally crap day. Which, when you look at the individual elements, does not seem that crappy. But trust me, the whole is much worse than the parts. Or something like that.
6:30: This is the time I should have gotten out of bed.
7:15ish: Crawl out of bed. No reason for being this tired. None at all. So now have to get ready a warp speed.
7:55: Leave for work. This is surprisingly good. If I leave before 8, it is safe to assume I will arrive on time. And since I have to cover the front desk for a vacation, I absolutely, positively, no questions, no excuses, have to show up on time. Which happens to be 8:30. So I was aiming to leave by 7:45 just in case.
8:05ish: Wow, traffic is great. I'm totally going to be early.
8:12 ish: Who is this absolute f*ckhead? Why is he letting everyone cut in front of his stupid oversize truck? The rule is that you just have to line up around Woodward to get on the ramp to I-75 - no zooming ahead and cutting in. Oh look, he has a bumper sticker to explain it. It says, "Caution! Driver just doesn't give a sh*t anymore."
8:22: OK, I'm on I-75. I'll just floor it. Right into the rear end of the minivan with the not working taillight. Almost.
8:26: Maniac driving gets me to the off ramp. Looking ahead - it's GREEN! It is never green at the no-turn-on-red, 3-minute-long off ramp light. And I am SO GOING TO MAKE IT! Yellow. So what, we can do it. NO! NO! NO! You are not stopping right in front of me. I was ready to run it you sh*t for brains total idiot coward b*stard. Everyone else went. Why are you in front of me?!?
8:27: Complete fail. Screaming at the car in front of me is not even helping. And I am giving it my best effort.
8:29: Hey, it's green. You bet your boots I am going to ride your sweet a$$ my friend.
8:31: Rush in with wild eyes, mad hair and quite an attitude. Grab the phone. Fortunately, no one called just then.
Basic day at work, covering the front desk. People called and asked me things I didn't know. I attempted to get them to people who did know. I prayed all three lines would not ring at once. I got nothing else done because the front desk computer doesn't have any of the design software I use. Overall, nothing much to report except that my dream career does not involve multiple telephone lines. Thank goodness!
6:05: Arrive at class for my open book mid-term.
Have you ever had that dream where you realize that you forgot to go to class all semester and suddenly there is a test and you have no idea what is on it? How about the one where you show up for the open book mid-term and realize you do not have your book with you? THAT SECOND ONE IS NOT A DREAM!
Yeah, all that rushing this morning that didn't even result in getting to work on time and I managed to run out of the house without the book. Which was sitting out on the kitchen island where I would certainly not miss it. Certainly.
Now all that remains is to find out how much I really KNOW about marketing versus how much I could have looked up really quickly. I should get bonus points for not having a meltdown.
But right now, I'm kind of with the truck driver - I just don't give a...
Let's get right to it. I am having a totally crap day. Which, when you look at the individual elements, does not seem that crappy. But trust me, the whole is much worse than the parts. Or something like that.
6:30: This is the time I should have gotten out of bed.
7:15ish: Crawl out of bed. No reason for being this tired. None at all. So now have to get ready a warp speed.
7:55: Leave for work. This is surprisingly good. If I leave before 8, it is safe to assume I will arrive on time. And since I have to cover the front desk for a vacation, I absolutely, positively, no questions, no excuses, have to show up on time. Which happens to be 8:30. So I was aiming to leave by 7:45 just in case.
8:05ish: Wow, traffic is great. I'm totally going to be early.
8:12 ish: Who is this absolute f*ckhead? Why is he letting everyone cut in front of his stupid oversize truck? The rule is that you just have to line up around Woodward to get on the ramp to I-75 - no zooming ahead and cutting in. Oh look, he has a bumper sticker to explain it. It says, "Caution! Driver just doesn't give a sh*t anymore."
8:22: OK, I'm on I-75. I'll just floor it. Right into the rear end of the minivan with the not working taillight. Almost.
8:26: Maniac driving gets me to the off ramp. Looking ahead - it's GREEN! It is never green at the no-turn-on-red, 3-minute-long off ramp light. And I am SO GOING TO MAKE IT! Yellow. So what, we can do it. NO! NO! NO! You are not stopping right in front of me. I was ready to run it you sh*t for brains total idiot coward b*stard. Everyone else went. Why are you in front of me?!?
8:27: Complete fail. Screaming at the car in front of me is not even helping. And I am giving it my best effort.
8:29: Hey, it's green. You bet your boots I am going to ride your sweet a$$ my friend.
8:31: Rush in with wild eyes, mad hair and quite an attitude. Grab the phone. Fortunately, no one called just then.
Basic day at work, covering the front desk. People called and asked me things I didn't know. I attempted to get them to people who did know. I prayed all three lines would not ring at once. I got nothing else done because the front desk computer doesn't have any of the design software I use. Overall, nothing much to report except that my dream career does not involve multiple telephone lines. Thank goodness!
6:05: Arrive at class for my open book mid-term.
Have you ever had that dream where you realize that you forgot to go to class all semester and suddenly there is a test and you have no idea what is on it? How about the one where you show up for the open book mid-term and realize you do not have your book with you? THAT SECOND ONE IS NOT A DREAM!
Yeah, all that rushing this morning that didn't even result in getting to work on time and I managed to run out of the house without the book. Which was sitting out on the kitchen island where I would certainly not miss it. Certainly.
Now all that remains is to find out how much I really KNOW about marketing versus how much I could have looked up really quickly. I should get bonus points for not having a meltdown.
But right now, I'm kind of with the truck driver - I just don't give a...
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