I had two different ideas for what to write about today and depending on how much I ramble on, I may end up tossing them both out. I'm slightly concerned that this blog will end up being a giant bitch fest about what I'm fed up with at work. I will try to keep this angst to a minimum, unless of course it's funny! I will however toss these little bits out. I just got back after a vacation of just over a week and on the way to work I started to cry in my car. I should note that for some reason my friend Cherrill and I always seem to discuss serious topics while we are together in the car so tears have been shed in my vehicle on several occasions. That's why I keep kleenex in the car. Anyway, I was listening to Muse and thinking about what I could expect to see when I got back. I thought about the piles of crap that would, as always, be dumped on my desk. I thought about the stacks of boxes taking up valuable space in the receiving area. I was thinking about how, with the exception of one week and a day or two here and there, my department usually has to suck it up when one of our people is on vacation irregardless of how many boxes get delivered and how many books are pulled for returns that need to be processed. All of these things were spinning around in my head and I just started to cry because I really did not want to come back to all of that. Then I realized I was crying and I got mad so I skipped ahead to an angrier song on the disc and sang really loud...this usually helps. And, when I arrived at work things were pretty much the way I thought they would be. As an added bonus, I read over a note in my in-box that was an agenda for our Mon. managers' meeting. I took Monday off you see. I wasn't there. It was on the schedule that I wouldn't be there. It was on our calander in back that I wouldn't be there. Still, our fearless leader had me listed as discussing my department during the meeting. And people wonder why I question how much my hard work is valued there. Don't sweat the small stuff? Frak that. Sometimes it's the little things that reveal the most about the truth of the situation. Thankfully, several people I consider to be friends were working and they said they were glad to see me so that made the day better. Whoosh.
Okay, this second bit will be shorter...maybe. So, I'm watching Without A Trace a couple weeks back and the story has to do with this kid who was kidnapped when he was 5 and he remembers this specific house, only he doesn't know where this house is and he doesn't know why he remembers it. He just keeps drawing the damn thing. With about 3 seconds of prodding, he's describing it to the agent who's trying to figure out where it is. I'm sitting there thinking if I were that kid I'd be screwed. I doubt I could accurately describe much of what I saw as a 5 yr. old. Is anyone else like this? I remember just little moments. I remember sneaking out of my bedroom and sitting in this one spot in the hallway where I could see the t.v. without my parents knowing I was there in order to watch Monty Python. When I saw the Spanish Inquisition as an adult, I had deja vu. I remember making shrinky dinks with my sister and her friend when we were little and there was a car accident out in front of our house and it was the first time I'd ever heard glass shattering along with the crushing of metal. But, could I tell you what the car looked like? No. Could I tell you what sort of dinks we were making? Nope. I could however describe the cover of the Shaun Cassidy album Under Wraps!!
Well, I'm missing The Daily Show so I'm gonna finish this up.
Today's recommendations:
Movie: The Beat That My Heart Skipped--French guy has to choose between piano and working for his mob boss-ish dad.
Tune: Muse- Map of The Problematique off Black Holes and Revelations
T.V. Show: Battlestar Galactica--topical social/political commentary/drama disguised as sci-fi
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