Steven and I planned our honeymoon for the week before Thanksgiving, thinking we were being thoughtful by not taking it between Thanksgiving and New Year’s when everyone else normally takes time off.
But it turns out my office has a ton of work to do and not enough people to do it. And I am one of the only people with clearance for some our government jobs. And I am going to be gone for a week. Oops.
I love being super busy at work. The time just flies by, and you feel like you have gotten so much done at the end of the day because you can’t remember the last time you left your desk. This is what my last few weeks have been like. It has really made the wait for the honeymoon not feel like a wait at all.
And I know I will be just as busy when I get back, making the wait for the holidays and other fun festivities fly by as well. Yay.
A while ago, I was complaining to Steven about some screaming children that were on the morning train ride. He asked, “why would children even be on a train that early in the morning?”
I don’t know. School? Daycare? To drive the other riders nuts?
Lately, a woman has been getting on the morning train with two toddlers and two middle-school aged children. They only ride for a few stops, but her younger children scream and yell the entire time.
She continually yells at them, “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” while they continually scream and disturb everyone on the train. She sure does get a lot of dirty looks.
Yesterday, she decided she needed to make a phone call and yell at her kids to shut up, all while riding the train.
She was calling about a phone account. They must have asked for her name, and she yells, “JULIE! J-U-L-I-E! ‘J’ as in…” long pause here, ‘… John? Yeah, ‘J’ as in John.” Er…
How about “J” as in jacka$$? Or “J” as in jerk? Or, “J” as in, just quit riding the train because you’re driving everyone nuts? (yeah, that last one didn’t exactly work).
I need a vacation.
Coincidentally, one of my coworkers is from the same Iowa hometown as me. We are not close in age, and didn’t know each other previously, but we still share our “hometown” stories and news (okay, and jokes).
Our recent gossip has been over an article which states that Iowa has one of the nation’s lowest dropout rates in the country, but that Waterloo’s East High School – the high school I went to – has one of the highest in Iowa.
It has been labeled a “dropout factory” – a high school were no more than 60 percent of the students who start as freshman make it to their senior year.
I’m not surprised. I think my freshman class started out with 400+ students and dwindled down to 250 or less by graduation.
Sometimes I think back to high school and wonder why I hated it so much. I was very involved (orchestra, theater, soccer, various other dorky activities) and an overachiever in my classes, but I didn’t like many of my classmates and remember being miserable most of the time.
Then I see statistics like this and remember that most of my classmates wanted to act like punks and harass the teachers, or act like whiny brats and have their mothers call and harass the teachers… or they wanted to harass their fellow students… the point is, not many people took school seriously. I got a sh*tty education and had a sh*tty time.
Hey, at least it’s over, and my two younger siblings made it through. There’s no reason for it to be on my mind anymore.
A glass of water infiltrated my laptop yesterday. Luckily, I am married to the Lord of All Things Electronic and he has given the laptop a full diagnostic, with a prediction for a speedy recovery. Unfortunately, invasive surgery was required, and my laptop is still under anesthesia with its innards spread out around it.
I hate when crap like this happens. But what’s the point of getting upset? Steven has another laptop I can use… with a smaller screen, internet explorer, no Adobe CS3… yeah, life’s tough! I’m spoiled, I know.
I think it’s safe to say that Data approves of the new filing cabinet/big cat toy.
Seriously. How many years is that?
I mailed my first student loan payment today. Luckily, I am an optimist, and imagine I will be paying more than my minimum payment before long…
A little history: I started “Friday Questions” back in April of this year. I often found myself without much time to blog on Fridays and thought a good way to give myself a break and to learn more about my readers would be to ask a random question. I supply my answer in the post, and you are welcome to leave yours in the comments section.
I really enjoy reading your answers… as well as all your comments on other posts, so please don’t be shy. I won’t call out any names here – wink wink!
Without further ado:
If you could own one original work of art, what would you choose?
For me, it would be Van Gogh’s Starry Night. For some reason, I am just drawn to this painting! It resides at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City – and I have never even seen it! Someday… someday… maybe I can satisfy myself with a print until then!
I usually don’t let idiot drivers upset me. I don’t drive enough to warrant it, and if I am in the car for a long enough time I’m with Steven – and one of us has to remain calm. Of course, I do exercise a well versed collection of cuss words (thanks Dad!) while driving, but I rarely feel that deep-within urge to run someone off the road.
So I was surprised yesterday when I found myself deliberately trying to hit someone else’s car. I was prepared to go straight at a red light and the driver across the road had their turn signal on to turn left (in front of me). The only other car was behind me. It was 5:30 a.m.! Imagine my surprise when the other driver turned left in front of me, cutting me off before I went straight… hmm… is that how it works now? The cars turning at a stop light get to go first? There are no left-turn signals at this light and I could tell this person was going to do this so I followed my natural instinct to step on the gas and try to run them off the road. Oops.
I continued driving to the train station and decided to let it pass and rock out to AC/DC’s “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.” Another car was behind me as I drove up to the train station parking lot. When I turned into the parking lot, the other car disappeared. “Hmm… where did they go?”
Out of the blue, the other car came cutting across the parking lot (I didn’t see them coming because of the other parked cars), just in time to cut me off and pull into the parking spot I was about to take. This idiot actually drove through the grass and into the parking lot just to do this… and like I said, it was 5:30 in the morning! There were at least 30 other spots available!
Ugh. The train station is only a five-minute drive from my house and all this happens? No wonder Steven’s hour+ commute makes him so angry sometimes.
I know I am not a perfect (gentle) driver, but I at least follow the GD rules!
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