This is me almost every day this week stepping outside after work in the 95-degrees-in-the-shade weather that we have been having.
In other news, I survived the first week of having the students back in school so yay for me. There was only three days of class and yet it still managed to feel like the longest week ever. I actually start my own classes next week so on top of dealing with the waves of confused freshmen at work, I will be trying to beat my brain into doing homework. *cues doom music*
Hopefully it won’t be too bad but as I was putting the homework assignments on my calendar I was starting to feel the early pangs of major anxiety. One thing at a time I guess.
Now I have been known to not speak clearly from time to time. I might mumble or otherwise make it harder to understand me by how I say things. But if you say something that sounds like “two-turr-uhrl” and expect me to understand what the heck you are talking about I may have some issues comprehending what you are saying. Two-turr-uhrl. Two-turr-uhrl. Not exactly sure what that is supposed to be. By the way, this happened during the last phone call I took at work today. I should have known not to answer the phone so late in the day but I wasn’t thinking straight and I answered. Two-turr-uhrl. Two-turr-uhrl. Dunno what you want person on the phone but all I can think of right now is heading home so let’s figure this shit out.
10 minutes later I realize that they are having trouble completing a TUTORIAL online. *facepalm* Got it. ‘K, so past time to go home now.
Pronunciation is Fun!
I’d like to pose a question to all y’all – does going on vacation from work ever feel like a punishment? You know – like some twisted, insidious corporate plot? Allow me to explain. Currently where I am employed I am the only person who knows how to do certain things. When I am either unavailable or gone from my desk-space, if a question is asked about a certain topic, no one else can answer the question. Because no one else can answer the question the inquiry must wait until I am able to answer it. Now, fast forward to me having been gone for several days. The first day back from a vacation is by FAR the worst. I always tend to write it off as being incapable of productivity because all I really do is spend the day answering people’s spazzing questions about things that may or may not have to do with my job. For example, the first day back from only being gone for two days off I spent the entire morning (i.e. until 12:45pm) either on the phone or in the middle of a completely pointless 11-person wide email string. I don’t know why eleven people were included. I still don’t know why eleven people were included even after I have had time to look back and analyze everything. I still find that whole experience to have been incredibly pointless and basically a good way to make things harder than they need to be. I kept catching myself thinking “What a waste of time.” I was basically hooked up to a coffee IV the entire day to try and survive the onslaught. I think my coffee to blood ratio tilted into the nervous-tick/twitchy category by the end of the day because of how much coffee and soda I had consumed. (By the way, my eyes are still twitching. Not in unison or anything, but enough to be distracting).
On one hand, I most definitely needed the time off because I was running myself ragged. On the other hand however, I feel like I’m being punished for returning because of the state of things when I get back. There is a reason I don’t take vacation very often even though I really need to take a lot more. So, are vacations really a clever form of punishment designed to keep people hard at work so that they never, ever leave their cubicle space? As far as insidious plots go, it’s a doozy. And frankly unnecessarily convoluted. The cynical side of me wants to say yes. But the side of me that enjoyed lounging around working on my crochet and watching bad movies all days says no. But no more like noooooooo, where it trails off into uncertainty instead of NO, all firm and for-sure like.
Conclusion: There are a lot of dumb people in this world who will waste your time if given half a chance. In other words, vacation good; people stupid. Discuss.
On a much MUCH happier note, we have first hatch!!! My beloved Decorah Eagles’ first babby has emerged from its egg. The little eaglet has fluffed out a bit so no longer looks like an extremely ugly old man bird which I am appreciative of. I’m so excited to see him/her and hopefully his/her siblings in the not too distant future. 😀 😀 😀
P.S. Just got off of the phone with my friend who recently had a baby. Awesome person, awesome family. Super cute lil baby. So I am now gladly eating cold marmalade toast.