Disjointed
The scene: My office
The radio, set to JRFM, plays filler noise in the background. A commercial catches my attention.
"Census officials are now contacting those who have not yet completed their census forms. By law, you are required to complete these forms."
Doot doot do! <-- Dramatic, sinister music. (Think pipe organs a la 'The Brain Who Wouldn't Die')
Why does the guy who says that statement sound so menacing? For Chrissake! It is the census form, it's not drug smuggling! Oh noes! The census form isn't completed! YOU WILL BE FOUND AND PUNISHED! (Read that last bit in a demonic voice.) Talk about sounding like we live in a fascist regeim.
I seem to be rather short on patience lately. I feel snarky and bitchy and extremely intolerant of stupidity. And oh my god! People are fucking stupid today! And they aaaall work at Royal Columbian Hospital! It's like, shut up and READ the information you have in front of you before you call me to explain it all to you. Our information sheets are so simple that people who don't speak perfect English, or who are hopped up on post operative pain medication are able to understand them. But you can't. And you make more answereing the phone and pestering me with dumbass questions than I will after 10 years of teaching.
I think I might be PMSing. (Sorry boys, but it's a fact of life, and probably true.) It would explain the short-temperedness. Or maybe it is just because I had yesterday off work, and now I am back, and I am not happy about it. Mid-week time off fucks with my internal clock.
Do you ever just want to get into your car and keep driving until you get to somewhere different? Right now, I am feeling that desire. Maybe it is the wanderlust that hits me around this time of year. I am feeling the need to drive up to Manning Park in the middle of the night, just to look at the stars. Strange. I have never felt that pull before. I think I should charge my iPod, just in case I take off at 2 in the morning some day soon.
I get a boyfriend again after tomorrow. He has quit the Tim Hortons machine. Yay! Although, this is a bit strange for me. I have been so used to just doing whatever I want, whenever I want for the past 7 months, and not having to take into account that there is another person attached to me, and affected by my descisions, that having Rye around again will be weird. It's like I have been single, but have had a couple of dates with a really good guy friend. I really hope that we can bounce back from this. If not, well, I guess this would be just one more unusual thing to add to the list of causation of relationship death for me. One: His friends were more important than I was (at the time of the split). Two: He left me for my best friend (boo hiss! What a bitch!) and then Three: Tim Hortons killed it. I was at least hoping for a gay, to get that right out of the way. Oh well.
Anyway, I have vented my disjointed mental ramblings and feel not much better or organized mentally than I did before it started. But it's out there now.
And I'm spent.
The radio, set to JRFM, plays filler noise in the background. A commercial catches my attention.
"Census officials are now contacting those who have not yet completed their census forms. By law, you are required to complete these forms."
Doot doot do! <-- Dramatic, sinister music. (Think pipe organs a la 'The Brain Who Wouldn't Die')
Why does the guy who says that statement sound so menacing? For Chrissake! It is the census form, it's not drug smuggling! Oh noes! The census form isn't completed! YOU WILL BE FOUND AND PUNISHED! (Read that last bit in a demonic voice.) Talk about sounding like we live in a fascist regeim.
I seem to be rather short on patience lately. I feel snarky and bitchy and extremely intolerant of stupidity. And oh my god! People are fucking stupid today! And they aaaall work at Royal Columbian Hospital! It's like, shut up and READ the information you have in front of you before you call me to explain it all to you. Our information sheets are so simple that people who don't speak perfect English, or who are hopped up on post operative pain medication are able to understand them. But you can't. And you make more answereing the phone and pestering me with dumbass questions than I will after 10 years of teaching.
I think I might be PMSing. (Sorry boys, but it's a fact of life, and probably true.) It would explain the short-temperedness. Or maybe it is just because I had yesterday off work, and now I am back, and I am not happy about it. Mid-week time off fucks with my internal clock.
Do you ever just want to get into your car and keep driving until you get to somewhere different? Right now, I am feeling that desire. Maybe it is the wanderlust that hits me around this time of year. I am feeling the need to drive up to Manning Park in the middle of the night, just to look at the stars. Strange. I have never felt that pull before. I think I should charge my iPod, just in case I take off at 2 in the morning some day soon.
I get a boyfriend again after tomorrow. He has quit the Tim Hortons machine. Yay! Although, this is a bit strange for me. I have been so used to just doing whatever I want, whenever I want for the past 7 months, and not having to take into account that there is another person attached to me, and affected by my descisions, that having Rye around again will be weird. It's like I have been single, but have had a couple of dates with a really good guy friend. I really hope that we can bounce back from this. If not, well, I guess this would be just one more unusual thing to add to the list of causation of relationship death for me. One: His friends were more important than I was (at the time of the split). Two: He left me for my best friend (boo hiss! What a bitch!) and then Three: Tim Hortons killed it. I was at least hoping for a gay, to get that right out of the way. Oh well.
Anyway, I have vented my disjointed mental ramblings and feel not much better or organized mentally than I did before it started. But it's out there now.
And I'm spent.