Stick figures are an art form

Most people think that stick figures are the easy way out, but in general, it takes great precision and skill to draw a stick figure that resembles the person you are depicting. I mean without key details (like high heeled shoes for me) you would never know who or what anyone was talking about. And as we all know, stick figures were perhaps the first form of human pictures ever drawn. And although primitive, they get most of us through games like pictionary and cranium. What would we do without stick figures. They really do rule the universe.

Some people are retarded

And I don't mean retarded as in Mentally Handicapped, because I would say mentally handicapped if that's what I meant. Some people are retarded. Especially students. If the office door is closed, which it NEVER is when we are open, then it must mean that the office is closed. Oh wait, what's this? There's a note on the door? What it says that we are closed for this hour to the next for such and such a reason. So why do you knock on the door, incessantly I might add, and then expect me to help you out with something. "The office is closed right now" I say. And then they look at me as if I have some huge booger hanging out of my nose, which granted I might, but I'm pretty sure I don't. Sorry, you are not the queen of sheba, and even if you were the office is closed. I don't care what you need. The office has been closing at this time every week for at least 25 years, it's policy and no, I will not help you when it is closed. "Why", they ask, "why can't you open the door and let me talk to my professors, whom I have to lean on for every little detail". Because you are incompetent. That's the reason. You can't read a sign that's right in your face, you can't come in because the world does not revolve around you, and no, I will not make an exception because if I do it for you, I'll have to do it for everyone, and I'm just not that nice...

Days like this

It's days like this when I wonder why I even got out of bed in the first place. I came into work and who was here? No one that's who. Even now, people (faculty and staff) will only be here until 12:00 and then we will be alone. There are workers outside hammering, screaming, and machineing ( I know it's not a word) and I've had a headache for days now. And when I say outside, I don't mean out doors I mean right outside our office door, which we have to leave open cause "the Man" says so. And all summer the ceiling has been gone, someone took it out to fix it and never came back until just now, so we have had a definate Haunted Mansion (from Disney World) motif with crazy lights that were strung down the hall for a minimal amount of light. Seymore and I just want to go home, curl up with our men and watch a movie, we were thinking School of Rock.... maybe take a nap, you know just take time for a summer. I'm gonna be burned out before school even starts....

And as Seym0re and I sit here, wasting away in starvation (we're poor so we're just gonna starve) and boredom, we can't help but wonder if this is all we will amount to. Is this all there is at life at this job? The answer: YES. But I guess I can't complain, or at least shouldn't at least I have a job right? It's days like this I wonder about my sanity. Especially when I find myself staring at our office pet Maynard the fish swimming around and around in circles, because he usually doesn't move. I can't wait until this weekend...even if it's boring and stale and we don't do anything but sleep the day away..... It sounds luxurious.

And to top it all off, I think my spell check button has a defect. So I am realizing that all of my thoughts have spelling errors. "What a dummy!" People must think.... I bet some of you are thinking that right now.... It's ok.

It's days like this that I wish I was back on the Honeymoon which we spent in Clearwater, FL. Laying on the beach, soaking up the sun, and swimming with manatees. I'll get some pictures up when I develope them... if that ever happens. Where we didn't have to worry about anything but having fun and being new married. Where my biggest worry was whether or not my breath smelled ok, of if I looked cute. What I would give to go back, just for another week, that's all!!!

It's days like this when I seriously wonder why I don't quit my job. At least the banging stopped, for now.

It's also days like this when I remember all the good things I have, like Irish, and I remember why I am working hard, even if I pretty much hate my job. Only one more year and then I'm out of here....

Sick

So Shanna, my other office mate, recently spent the night in the Chicago airport due to storms on the east coast and came back with a wicked cold/flu/strep throught. I told her not to breath on my, not even to breath really, but the evil girl didn't listen. And now, my head hurts and my ear hurts and I think I'm getting worse, everything is fading fast, and I'm all alone...No one will ever witness my great death...I should get an oscar. Great.... I better not have what she has.

I was thinking about my first memory of being sick. I was 5 and I got the chicken pox. My brother and I had them together and I remember my mom slathering that nasty pink goo all over our bodies. I don't remember the iching or anything, I just remember the goo and standing in the kitchen waiting for my turn to get more, and then waiting to dry off before going back to the family room to lie down again and watch a movie. I mean with the chicken pox you don't have to sleep all day or stay in your room, you just can't go to school because of the ich and because it's contagious. In fact I got them from my other older brother who got them at school. In a big family, things like that seem to spread around. Like lice, but I never had lice. That's gross.

Getting hit on and other random thoughts

So, I haven't been hit on by anyone for a long long time, I was beginning to understand and realized that maybe I'm not that great looking, which is ok, there have to be some average looking people, not everyone can be beautiful.... But as I was walking home from work, I live just about a mile from work, which sounds like alot but it only takes 15 min. Anyway with in this 15 min time period, I was whistled at, given cat calls, had an engine revved at me and pickedup by at least 7 different men, and I'm all "Geeze, what is going on today?" I mean I'm from Atlanta, and so I've been hit on before, but I'm not gonna lie, it's been a while.... Sad I know. But it's ok, I've come to grips with my just average face. I mean I guess I'm cute, but not gorgeous or anything. Anyway, what makes men want to hit on women, and why can't we as women just hit on men we are attracted to. Most men would agree that they think it is flattering to have women hit on them.... And yes, I have done it before, it's not that big of a deal.

So remember how I've said that Utah only spits out water, it doesn't rain, well the sky just opened up, the lights began to flicker and it started to pour. It looks like it's 9:30 PM outside and I just want to go home, crawl back into bed and sleep the day away. The streets are flooding and the water has crept up to the door of our office building. Now I can hear sirons of an ambulence as it races down the street, it's almost like a 3 min flash flood. It was crazy to see, even now the waters are receding and returing to normal. I hope everyone is ok.... But just like that, the rain has stopped. It's just like the south were when it rains it pours and the rains go as quickley as they come, and before you know it the sun is shining again. People in the office were taking pictures and I'm all, "guys, come on! It's rained like this before"; but, I guess not here in Utah county....

It really bothers me when people walk by my desk, see a bag of pretzels or some other food items and just help themselves, honestly! I mean get your own food. I mean it is one of my pet peeves.... Just ASK ME!!! I would share if you would only take 5 seconds to ask and it wouldn't even bother me. But the fact that you just come up and take...oooo, that bothers me every time.

Anyway, that's all I've got for today. Seymore is now here, and she can entertain me, she always does....