The Artist's Way

I started reading the book THe Artist's Way. I need to do what they call "morning pages." This exercise consists of writing every day three pages of whatever is on your mind. They want you to do it in longhand which really is hard for me. I tried to do it and the first paragraph almost paralized my wrist. I wonder if it would be less affective if I type it. Maybe I could blog it. I need to ask Liz.

APRIL 14TH, 2005

Work is where I am...doing the mindless, repetitive...a trained monkey..okay a highly trained monkey could do this. Changing provider specialties in "the system". I'm feeling overwhelmed with school. So much is due and Jim, Debi and the kids will be here on Saturday. My boss is off to Washington on Tuesday. Why does life get so busy at once?

April 7th, 2005

I want to be one of these students here in the Cyber Cafe at school who are clink clinking on the keyboard writing out all they need to say, having their thoughts just pour out of them. I'm not like that, unfortunately. I play my stupid computer game because I can play it here and not at work. I can blog at work. I lost my game before hitting 500k so that was a waste of time.

News Editing was canceled. Dr. Clark said that might happen as an old colleage who used to work here was dying and they knew it was a matter of time. He died last Friday. Classes were canceled on Tuesday. I called to check. It was so strained to ask if there would be class, like I was looking to get out of class. I should have said, I have no problem w/ going to class. I'm trying to avoid an unnecessary trip. Sherry Stupp, the lady who works for the journalism department listened to me babble out my consolence speech, all the while I'm thinking she is thinking I don't care about the teacher they lost and I just want to get out of class. I didn't know him. I'm sad for the teachers who did and who will miss him but honestly I guess I am looking to see how his death affects me. That's the bottom line.

Since class was canceled I made my way here to the student center. I had lost $3 in the pop machine in the communication bldg. I didn't think they would give it back to me as I didn't have the exact dates. The machine is like a wishing well. You put your dollar in and you push the series of numbers that identify your selection and you pray, "Please fall, please fall" you root on the soda. Four times since the semester started I have lost a dollar. One day I saw the pop man and I told him, he gave me a free coke. Since I had the time, I came here to collect my money. Three bucks is three bucks.

There's a man in here whose cell phone rang. Instead of answering it by quietly murmuring a "hello", he answered it like he's in his kitchen with a girl in the livingroom waiting on him to bring in the beers. The phone so he answers halfway between the kitchen and the livingroom. He wants the girl to hear him, to know he's speaking to another girl. I have thought people over react when they complain about people on cell phones and I didn't understand that. But if they are going to be so loud about it...okay, I see their point.

I'm going to go back to the communication bldg. Later.

April 6th, 2005

I must be this hypersenitive person who just can't be happy. I am so annoyed by the big sick snorting co-worker...it makes me nuts. No doubt it must be me. I can handle the coughing and the throat clearing but the "suck the crap into your brain so you can swallow it" just grosses me out. The sad news is, no one else is affected by it enough to complain. Debi says people will have to complain to their supervisors and then their supervisors will have to complain to her. So, first the employee has to be pissed off by it enough to go to their supers and then the supers have to feel it warrants a talk with Debi. Double wammie for me. Not going to happen. Another thing is that this department employees so many people "of substance". How's that for a euphanism? Every time someone walks past my cube it feels like an elephant is walking by. My cube shakes...a lot. I think I get motion sickness. I wrote an email to Lynette about it. Hey, I don't need to make a trip into Bill Duckworth's lap downstairs. The email will help me out in any litigation that may arise when the floor collapses. Lynette said she will have the floor checked out. (Okay...let's see if that happens.)

I need to be hypnotized to not be so sensitive to this. I got to call Gary. Maybe he can do it for me.

Later....