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Monday is the bleh. At three I call my agency to see if they can see me after work today so I can be good and proactive and make them pay attention to me even though I'd rather sit at home in front of the t.v. But in the long run I want to do more than sit in front of the t.v. Delayed gratification is key.
Debating having some green tea even though I had coffee this morning. Potentially bad for me. But more fun than not. I'm less good at the delayed gratification when it comes to caffeine.
I'm digging the swing dancing. But I notice I get comfortable in the anonymity of it and am completely comfortable dancing when no one knows me but then as I start recognizing people and they recognize me I clam up. This is less than ideal because it would be nice to open up to the familiar faces and have someone to talk to in between songs instead of standing by myself, but then another side of me doesn't want to put the effort into talking to anyone. The theme of this blog today seems to be doing scary things when I'd rather sit back on my laurels. It'd be easier to not talk to anyone and just dance around, but then I'll become that creepy girl who shows up and never talks.
Work is stupid. I feel like I'm in Office Space. There's this string of e-mails going around where everone CCs everyone else in response to a request for info that I had on one matter... and the person responding to me didn't answer the right question and started talking about something else, and since they didn't answer the question everyone thinks I misunderstood and asked the wrong question so everyone is coming by to explain things to me that I already knew, and passing through the e-mail chain "Rochelle misunderstood" when in actuality I understood perfectly. BLAH. It sounds minor but then people start treating you like an idiot when you are not.
Yes, I deserve some tea.
Debating having some green tea even though I had coffee this morning. Potentially bad for me. But more fun than not. I'm less good at the delayed gratification when it comes to caffeine.
I'm digging the swing dancing. But I notice I get comfortable in the anonymity of it and am completely comfortable dancing when no one knows me but then as I start recognizing people and they recognize me I clam up. This is less than ideal because it would be nice to open up to the familiar faces and have someone to talk to in between songs instead of standing by myself, but then another side of me doesn't want to put the effort into talking to anyone. The theme of this blog today seems to be doing scary things when I'd rather sit back on my laurels. It'd be easier to not talk to anyone and just dance around, but then I'll become that creepy girl who shows up and never talks.
Work is stupid. I feel like I'm in Office Space. There's this string of e-mails going around where everone CCs everyone else in response to a request for info that I had on one matter... and the person responding to me didn't answer the right question and started talking about something else, and since they didn't answer the question everyone thinks I misunderstood and asked the wrong question so everyone is coming by to explain things to me that I already knew, and passing through the e-mail chain "Rochelle misunderstood" when in actuality I understood perfectly. BLAH. It sounds minor but then people start treating you like an idiot when you are not.
Yes, I deserve some tea.