So, this is irritating...
I just got my laptop back from Dell today, and while I commend them for their speedy work in repairing/replacing my motherboard, I am a bit irritated that they decided to replace my entire keyboard. True, the "N" key was so worn that you couldn't even tell what key it was and the mouse sensor had lost its purple fuzziness, but now in place of the once-smooth and lulling sound of the keys as I type is this incessant click click CLIIIIIIIICK. It's loud. It's obnoxious. It's throwing me out of my groove.
And the keys feel weird, too... almost grainy to the touch. Gah. I'm so irritated...
More: I went to my boss today with an idea to revolutionize the department in which I work. It was a brilliant idea. They bought it hook, line and sinker. What praises they threw my way. Never mind the fact that this innovation came from someone down the chain of command in the department, and not from the "manager" himself, I just truly don't even think they fully grasp the enormity of the situation over there. They see the drop in the proverbial bucket, and they see it as being the one thing to fix this department and eventually this business, but there's so much more to fixing this business than what they immediately see. Perhaps I should have been a marketing major. Lord knows, I know more about it than most of the slackers that hold tenure there. *groan*
I'm sick of lamenting about it. Effing sick. I just keep telling myself that things will change when the reality of the situation is that they probably won't. These effing keys are driving me batty.
Yet despite all of the things in this day to day journey we call life, I am constantly uplifted and esteemed because I have the love of a truly beautiful, talented and amazing human being. He is everything I have ever wanted in a man, in a partner, in a lover... and he is everything that I never even thought I could have. I am blessed to have the parents that I do. Last night, Dad and I stayed up until about 1am singing together. He was on the guitar, and I was on piano. Mom and Anj were sitting on the couch listening. It was elementally perfect... and something we haven't experienced in quite a while because life seems to get in the way. I love the fact that we can pick right up where we left off whenever they come to visit, or when we trek up the mountain to see them. These moments are few and far between, and I realize that every single day. It is stingingly clear that moments like that are a rarity, and I will snatch them up whenever I can. I am blessed with incredible friends, near and far. I love our gatherings, whether they be big or small.
I am pleased as punch at the things in this life that I am blessed with, even if whirring keyboard keys and the perfect dream job aren't among those things. :o)
And the keys feel weird, too... almost grainy to the touch. Gah. I'm so irritated...
More: I went to my boss today with an idea to revolutionize the department in which I work. It was a brilliant idea. They bought it hook, line and sinker. What praises they threw my way. Never mind the fact that this innovation came from someone down the chain of command in the department, and not from the "manager" himself, I just truly don't even think they fully grasp the enormity of the situation over there. They see the drop in the proverbial bucket, and they see it as being the one thing to fix this department and eventually this business, but there's so much more to fixing this business than what they immediately see. Perhaps I should have been a marketing major. Lord knows, I know more about it than most of the slackers that hold tenure there. *groan*
I'm sick of lamenting about it. Effing sick. I just keep telling myself that things will change when the reality of the situation is that they probably won't. These effing keys are driving me batty.
Yet despite all of the things in this day to day journey we call life, I am constantly uplifted and esteemed because I have the love of a truly beautiful, talented and amazing human being. He is everything I have ever wanted in a man, in a partner, in a lover... and he is everything that I never even thought I could have. I am blessed to have the parents that I do. Last night, Dad and I stayed up until about 1am singing together. He was on the guitar, and I was on piano. Mom and Anj were sitting on the couch listening. It was elementally perfect... and something we haven't experienced in quite a while because life seems to get in the way. I love the fact that we can pick right up where we left off whenever they come to visit, or when we trek up the mountain to see them. These moments are few and far between, and I realize that every single day. It is stingingly clear that moments like that are a rarity, and I will snatch them up whenever I can. I am blessed with incredible friends, near and far. I love our gatherings, whether they be big or small.
I am pleased as punch at the things in this life that I am blessed with, even if whirring keyboard keys and the perfect dream job aren't among those things. :o)