This is who I am

Question of the Day

Posted by Rebecca Wed, 27 Aug 2008 19:25:00 GMT

Dear God,

I know you are sovereign and wise and all that stuff, but I have just one question.

Why did you make me so high-strung? What purpose does this accomplish?

My sensitivity to gum smackers is going to land me in an asylum. I really can’t handle it. Really.

It is possible to request that this be fixed? Could you just make it so that it doesn’t bother me? I’ve already tried to re-educate the entire country on what it means to have good manners and that failed miserably. Apparently, I’m the one who will have to change in this situation since the rest of the population is determined to be rude.

Just so you know.

Thanks,

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I Hope I Live To See This Become a Reality

Posted by Rebecca Fri, 22 Aug 2008 14:15:00 GMT

Wireless Electricity.

Enough said.

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Murphy, go home. Nobody wants you here.

Posted by Rebecca Thu, 21 Aug 2008 16:25:00 GMT

Did the copier have to break the day that I need to make 35 copies of a 25-page orientation packet?

That was yesterday. It is still broken.

Today.

Did the 3-hole punch have to break the day that I have to hole punch 45 multi-page documents for a faculty promotion packet? Tenure is on the line here. Seriously.

Count down 30 minutes until I was able to find another one in my 10 story building that I could borrow to get through the day. Apparently, it’s promotion packet season.

And the only white 2-inch binder in the entire building that wasn’t claimed by someone already was also damaged.

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Update

Posted by Rebecca Mon, 18 Aug 2008 19:51:00 GMT

I turned my final paper in for my summer class this morning.

Four classes to go.

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I'm about done.

Posted by Rebecca Fri, 15 Aug 2008 15:40:00 GMT

Ever felt like you were just about done? Out of energy, out of patience, out of steam?

Maybe even out of caring?

I’m there today. Yesterday was absolutely terrible. I spent a few minutes in tears in the bathroom at work. I was about ready to quit my job, even though I love the people. I didn’t love a single one of them yesterday. I went to work early, got home late, and didn’t get anything done. Because of people.

I hadn’t slept well the night before because I was waking up hourly with cramps, and pretty much all day I couldn’t get them to go away. I probably about put a hole in my stomach because I took so much advil.

My nerves are so raw. Everything tiny little thing annoys the crap out of me. I feel like I may remove the head of the next person who smacks their gum around me, or incessantly taps their pencil in class, or eases over into the turn lane without using their directional.

There were two small redeeming factors from last night that sort of salvaged the day and gave me what I needed to come into work today.

1) I got three pages of my four page paper written. Yup. That’s right. After all that yesterday, I had to write a paper. Fanfreakingtastic.

2) I got to spend a little time with Dom in my own home. No concrete floors. No unfinished walls. No wallpaper shreds all over the kitchen. It was comfortable and relaxing and exactly what I needed. He somehow managed to completely diffuse the ticking time bomb that was me, just by being himself. He’s awesome like that.

I’m hoping that this weekend will provide me with some much needed down time. Otherwise, it won’t be pretty come Monday.

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Another Answer

Posted by Rebecca Thu, 14 Aug 2008 16:03:00 GMT

Why Divers Shower When They Get Out Of The Pool

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I've been asking Becky all week...

Posted by Rebecca Wed, 13 Aug 2008 21:07:00 GMT

…but apparently other people are asking this question too.

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I Love My Mother But I Swear She Will Be the Death Of Me...

Posted by Rebecca Wed, 13 Aug 2008 20:24:00 GMT

I’m sitting at my computer, head aching as I plod through the piles of work all over my desk. The fall semester starts in two weeks. Orientation is next week. I’m busy.

My cell phone vibrates in my pocket. I look at the screen. Mom.

I’m ignoring the call, thinking I can return her call when I get home.

Then I get a single vibration. A message alert. She left a voice mail. It’s important.

I’m listening to the message. “Rebecca, this is your mother. Call home as quickly as possible.”

My blood pressure rises, my pulse quickens, and a thousand million bad thoughts rush though my head. Is something wrong with dad? Is my brother ok? What about his wife? Their kids? What happened? Did my dog finally die?

So I call home. My mother relays this breaking news.

My mother’s urgency is due to the fact that, and I quote my dear mom, “The democratic chairman was the younger son of the brother of the father of the neighbor boy you grew up with.”

Glad I about had a heart attack over the crazed shooting of someone I never met before in my life. Not to trivialize the seriousness of this incident or the value of a human’s life, but seriously. Not the kind of scare I need right now, or ever, really.

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