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prev home archive next Momentary Thought AcronymCo employees are exactly like worker bees. We live in our compartmentalized hives, the clickety clack of keyboards represents the buzz-waggle dance, and we all bust our ass for the queen bee (boss man), who does pretty much nothing. Yep, that about sums it up. High/Low High: I kicked butt on my final last night. And next week starts a new class, which means I get to go shopping for supplies. That brings me pleasure, for some reason. I'm all over virgin notebooks. Low: Calvin stayed home from work today, and I couldn't. Dammit. Current Obsession - Getting in shape - Finding a *good* book at the library - Being happy Grin Source Feeling like I have arrived, since I got some "hate mail". Miscellany - The new topic for March's Storyteller is up. Storyteller Bio Dramatis Personnae Who I Read Recipes |
That is by far the lamest entry title I've ever come up with. Yet it's stunningly simplistic in its honesty. Shattering in its factuality. Astounding in its... ...bullshittery? This will be a Seinfeld of an entry. An entry about nothing much of nothing. Beginning with... I got my very first hate mail today. Actually, it was less hate mail and more "Jane, you ignorant slut" mail. I refuse to give the guy his five seconds of fame (Hi, there!), but let's just say I was amused. It's flattering to know that a non-reader who found me by happenstance would put forth the effort to blast me about an itty bitty sidenote of a mention of something on this website. Readers: "Obscure much, Laura?" On today's agenda - chair the team meeting for Team #1, chair the team meeting for Team #2, take many notes, assign many tasks, accept many tasks, and shake my head at the futility of it all. I had a conversation with my ex-boss yesterday, who seems to think that I should go for a change of scenery. Not necessarily out of the organization, but out of the department I'm in. I must say that sounds very appealing. Yet I am fraught with an unwillingness to do so. Fear of the unknown? Laziness? The inability to let go of a project I haven't seen through yet? Who knows. Something must be done, though, if the mere act of having to get out of bed in the morning to go to work almost reduces me to tears. The desert is abloom thanks to the rain we've been getting lately. I'm vying for a trek to the Superstition Mountains this weekend to hike the Lost Dutchman's Mine trail. It's the only time of the year that things are green and bloomy, and I want to take advantage of it. Plus, the weather's a pleasant 60-something degrees all weekend, which is just perfect for hiking weather. Warm enough to keep your toes functional, cool enough so that you don't get overheated scrambling among the rocks. I'm proud of my discipline in not separating every topic with a bunch of ****'s. Onward and upward... I've updated my links page. Yes, again. Added some new stuff, plus fixed a link that a reader kindly pointed out was broken. And there's a certain someone out there who I hope is reading this, who had to move her website because of a "stalker". I lost your new URL! Would you send it to me again? I don't even have your e-mail addy because CompuServe sucks, and I don't think your old one works anymore?! I had my math final last night, and was able to kick ass when it came to computing compound interest. That was the one and only thing that gave me difficulty throughout the entire course, so I'm happy I mastered it. Last night's class itself, though, was an uncomfortable one to sit through. A girl in the class was informed that she was getting a "zero" for the course, and she flipped out. I don't know if she missed too many classes, or didn't turn in assignments, or what. The teacher was instructed by the university higher-ups to give her a zero. Once told this, the girl shrieked "What do you mean, a zero? I worked hard, and I just lost my JOB, and now I don't even have my TUITION PAID, and I'm not getting a GRADE?!???" And she burst into tears. Loud, noisy tears. Snuffly, snotty, huffy, breath-jerking tears. A mucus-laden bawl-fest. I sympathized for the first twenty minutes or so, and offered to get her a soda and some tissues (she refused both). But it got old, and distracting, after a while. She sat there at the back of the class for the entire session, while we were discussing papers and grades, throughout the question-and-answer period in prep for the test, all during the time we were filling out the evaluation forms for the class, all through the break, and throughout the duration of the final. She was still sitting there when I turned my paper in and left. I have no idea why she stayed. She was free to go after the teacher informed her she would be getting no grade. She didn't even take the final, so I have no clue why she didn't just go home and snot up her pillow or something. Calvin and I had lunch together today, and I must say it makes me happy when he tells me to shove over so he can sit on the same side of the booth with me. Hey, it's my website, I can be nauseating if I want to be! Readers: "Hush, you." Laura: "Hey, that's my line!" I could probably keep blathering on, but I want to wrap this up so I can do some other administrative stuff to the site. A Webmistress' job is never done... Okay, now you can feel free to gag. |
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Your Mission, should you choose to accept it...
It's been raining a lot lately. One of my favorite sounds is the rain hitting the roof and running off of the eaves. And one of my favorite smells is the outdoors after a rainstorm (which is why I throw all the doors and windows open, and who cares if the floors get a little wet?). And one of my favorite occupations (which I haven't done since I was little) was to take a walk in the rain, and stomp in puddles. And when the weather gets a little warmer (and there is an absence of thunder and lightning), I will do it again. And so will you. Because that's your mission.
Results From Yesterday's Mission I'm getting lots of book suggestions, based off the book discussions that have popped up here recently. Keep 'em coming! I'm going to the library this weekend... |