Not my morning
Stayed home from work yesterday due to acid reflux stuff keeping me awake all night again Tuesday night.
I didn't sleep well last night either -- had trouble falling asleep when I went to bed, probably due to napping too much during the day (but dammit, I needed those naps after not sleeping the night before!). And when I did sleep, I had stressful dreams. I was in college, taking a poetry class, and it was the day of the midterm. And people I haven't thought of in a long while were putting in appearances, too. First, I had to take an elevator ride, and Ryan (not my ex, but the one I had a crush on from the 3rd grade onward) and Babata (elementary school friend who later decided she hated me) were both waiting for the elevator also. Two elevators arrived at the same time, and I was trying to get Ryan to take the elevator with me so I could flirt with him, but he disappointed me and chose to ride with Babata instead. Then I had to go to a desk where the school held onto our coursepacks for us, and pick up my coursepack for the poetry class. I should have had it already (since it had the poems in it that the midterm was over) but for some reason I didn't. I'd been hoping to get it in time to read some of the poems before the test started, but I was running late, and actually got to class after the prof had already handed out the test. She gave me a copy. Turned out it was a 3-hour midterm, with 10 essay questions we had to answer about the poetry. The questions were all several paragraphs long. After the 7th question in the packet, there was a mimeographed copy of a letter my mother had written when she had been a student of this professor, and behind that, a copy of a letter my grandmother had written to the prof about my mother. Behind that were several advertisements torn out of a magazine. I wasted the first two hours of the exam time looking through the test packet, reading the letters, and looking at the ads, because when I skimmed the questions, I realized I didn't know the answers to any of them. When there was about an hour left, I finally decided I'd better try to bs some answers on the test. I wrote two lame paragraphs for the first question. Then, I read through the second question, and when I got to the end of it, I realized that all it was asking was "Where were you during Hurricane Bobcat?" I was struggling to recall that hurricane at all, and drawing a total blank, and finally I decided to just be honest and started writing an essay about how I remembered exactly where I was during hurricanes Katrina and Rita, but I have no memory at all of Hurricane Bobcat...so I must have been safely at home during it.
Around that time, Andrew's alarm clock went off, and I woke up enough to realize that there was no Hurricane Bobcat, I wasn't really taking a midterm, and I could blow off the rest of the questions and stop stressing about it. *sigh*
So then, I got to drive to work in the rain again this morning. Then I got stuck at the light under I-10 because the train that sometimes goes through about a block down from there and holds up traffic for a couple of minutes had actually STOPPED, blocking the street completely. I sat there for about 10 minutes until the traffic ahead of me finally cleared out enough that I could go somewhere (there are a couple of sidestreets between the light and the train, one of which was the one I needed). So it was 8:30 by the time I got into the parking garage, and there was one covered parking space left. Unfortunately, it was between a large F-150 parked nearly on the line on the left side, and a support post on the right side. I figured I could still get in there since I drive a small car, but I didn't pull close enough to the F-150 when I turned and ended up scraping up the paint on my right rear door. That was just the capstone to my morning. *grumbles*
And now that I'm actually in my office, Andrew has informed me that they're now blocking lj on the internet filtering at his office. So...if you need Andrew's input during the day for any reason, you'll need to either call his cell phone, catch him on ICQ, or ask me to relay a message.
Hopefully the day gets better from here. Please?
I didn't sleep well last night either -- had trouble falling asleep when I went to bed, probably due to napping too much during the day (but dammit, I needed those naps after not sleeping the night before!). And when I did sleep, I had stressful dreams. I was in college, taking a poetry class, and it was the day of the midterm. And people I haven't thought of in a long while were putting in appearances, too. First, I had to take an elevator ride, and Ryan (not my ex, but the one I had a crush on from the 3rd grade onward) and Babata (elementary school friend who later decided she hated me) were both waiting for the elevator also. Two elevators arrived at the same time, and I was trying to get Ryan to take the elevator with me so I could flirt with him, but he disappointed me and chose to ride with Babata instead. Then I had to go to a desk where the school held onto our coursepacks for us, and pick up my coursepack for the poetry class. I should have had it already (since it had the poems in it that the midterm was over) but for some reason I didn't. I'd been hoping to get it in time to read some of the poems before the test started, but I was running late, and actually got to class after the prof had already handed out the test. She gave me a copy. Turned out it was a 3-hour midterm, with 10 essay questions we had to answer about the poetry. The questions were all several paragraphs long. After the 7th question in the packet, there was a mimeographed copy of a letter my mother had written when she had been a student of this professor, and behind that, a copy of a letter my grandmother had written to the prof about my mother. Behind that were several advertisements torn out of a magazine. I wasted the first two hours of the exam time looking through the test packet, reading the letters, and looking at the ads, because when I skimmed the questions, I realized I didn't know the answers to any of them. When there was about an hour left, I finally decided I'd better try to bs some answers on the test. I wrote two lame paragraphs for the first question. Then, I read through the second question, and when I got to the end of it, I realized that all it was asking was "Where were you during Hurricane Bobcat?" I was struggling to recall that hurricane at all, and drawing a total blank, and finally I decided to just be honest and started writing an essay about how I remembered exactly where I was during hurricanes Katrina and Rita, but I have no memory at all of Hurricane Bobcat...so I must have been safely at home during it.
Around that time, Andrew's alarm clock went off, and I woke up enough to realize that there was no Hurricane Bobcat, I wasn't really taking a midterm, and I could blow off the rest of the questions and stop stressing about it. *sigh*
So then, I got to drive to work in the rain again this morning. Then I got stuck at the light under I-10 because the train that sometimes goes through about a block down from there and holds up traffic for a couple of minutes had actually STOPPED, blocking the street completely. I sat there for about 10 minutes until the traffic ahead of me finally cleared out enough that I could go somewhere (there are a couple of sidestreets between the light and the train, one of which was the one I needed). So it was 8:30 by the time I got into the parking garage, and there was one covered parking space left. Unfortunately, it was between a large F-150 parked nearly on the line on the left side, and a support post on the right side. I figured I could still get in there since I drive a small car, but I didn't pull close enough to the F-150 when I turned and ended up scraping up the paint on my right rear door. That was just the capstone to my morning. *grumbles*
And now that I'm actually in my office, Andrew has informed me that they're now blocking lj on the internet filtering at his office. So...if you need Andrew's input during the day for any reason, you'll need to either call his cell phone, catch him on ICQ, or ask me to relay a message.
Hopefully the day gets better from here. Please?