Scene: Jamba Juice counter, student center of large university
Happening: Employee of said university attempts to get a frozen fruit delicacy as part of her lunch (and fruit servings of the day) and faces some issues from other university employee.
Employee: May I have a 16 oz Strawberry Whirl [drink with no dairy, as stated on the large menu above the station], please?
Jamba Employee: That’ll be 3.65…[takes money, goes to make drink, doesn’t look at directions, starts to put in a big scoop of frozen yogurt]
Employee: Oh, wait, there isn’t dairy in the strawberry whirl!
Jamba Employee: … [having already put in the scoop of yogurt, stares blankly]
Employee: [thinking Jamba Employee doesn’t hear her] There’s no dairy in the Strawberry Whirl.
Jamba Employee: … [stares angrily for another 10 seconds, then violently tosses the contents of the pitcher into the trash and starts over. She finishes making the drink, puts a straw in it, and places it on the counter.] Okay, then, you have a nice day.
1. we’re now the proud owners of an elliptical machine (longer stride, harder workout for me…oh well…thanks for the apt advice, Rosa), thus I will work out and get back into the fine-tuned (kind of) shape I was in before I said fuckitall and became a lazy bum.
2. I’m now the proud owner of Small Business for Dummies (don’t laugh…), thus I will research what it will take/the first steps towards opening my own business.
3. I’m the proud owner of many many leftover balls of yarn, thus I will utilize those to gain a deeper knowledge of my chosen craft.I will then buy more materials to further that knowledge. Cable knitting = my next task.
4. Shut the eff up and just do all of this shit. Just do it. Do it do it do it.
Jealousy is an ugly, ugly emotion. I know it’s just part of life and most everyone feels it at one point or another…but I don’t like it when I feel it. My life becomes not good enough. The person who I envy’s life is perfect. I’m feeling that now…but it’s so futile. It has always been up to me. I could do everything she’s doing, too. I could do it all….
He calls it “being an executive”, which doesn’t totally make sense, but I get his gist.
I’ve been doing a LOT better since my discovery, taking time to create schedules and reminders and systems to get me to be more responsible (i.e. the two alarms that go off at 8:45 and 8:55am reminding me to put up my damn parking pass) and not let my mind wander and keep me from performing/finishing the tasks at hand. There’s a lot going on right now, so I’m a bit overwhelmed… but I’m discovering that it’s amazing how much you realize once you actually hunker down and focus. It’s hard—my brain feels like it’s on overload ALL THE TIME—but it’s so necessary.
It’s not totally working, this focusing. I find that when I’m really focused at work (i.e. staying late last night to finish proofing/editing a program for Friday instead of just doing it in the morning, like I would’ve pre-discovery, thinking “oh, I’ll have time tomorrow”), I then become lax at home (i.e. ignoring the list of projects on my new magnetic white board hanging on the side of our fridge), and vice versa. And then I get so frustrated with all of it that I just shut down and get lax with both areas. This is normal for me. But because I’m so aware of it, I can more easily say, you’re slipping, Al, pick it up! Go do what you need to do!
Jonny is a saint and I love him for dealing with me. We’re exact opposites in this way and I know how hard it is for him when I don’t get things done in a timely fashion. It’s against every grain in his being. He nags me and over-checks and frustrates me, but ultimately, he’s right. And when I get upset and bitchy at him, it’s because I know that.
Anyway…if I’ve learned anything in the past few weeks, and especially since the ridiculously sudden and untimely passing of my friend from high school, as cliché as it sounds, you have to live in the moment and get shit done. DO. Just do. And if I get all the stuff I need to get done finished in a timely fashion, then I’ll be able to do all those things I want to do. And by golly, if I really want to do something (i.e. open a yarn store) then I might just have to make time to do it, even when there’s seemingly no time left. Hard work pays off, and I’ve been slacking for waaaaay too long.
I’m trying. I really really am. I suppose that’s all I can do for now. It’ll fall into place eventually.
—this pep-talk brought to you courtesy of In the Saddle.
Jonny and I are using some saved money to buy an elliptical machine on sale at our local fitness retailer. There are two machines that we can afford and Jonny and I have the exact opposite problem with them.
One has a longer stride and is thus more uncomfortable and difficult for me, the shorty. The other has a shorter stride and is comfortable for me, but too short and thus uncomfortable for Jonny, the tall(er) one.
I just looked at my friend’s pictures on FB. She had updated her status two days ago. She was alive.
How does this shit happen?
I feel numb. I’ve been crying on and off all day. I want to hug her family. I want to hug her babies. I want to go back to high school when we were all seemingly safe and no one thought about this shit. I want to go back to high school and cry about things that didn’t matter.
Well, I guess I have new information. Apparently it’s the apartment below me (which explains why its so loud) and it’s a yellow lab. A good sized dog. I’ve seen this dog before, so it’s not new or young. She doesn’t walk the dog beyond the normal pee breaks…he gets the majority of his exercise on the small deck outside her apartment. No slight on you as a dog owner, I don’t think this particular situation is fair.
I’m going to see how long it goes on, and then go talk to her. I had no idea that this it was the dog below because it’s never made any noise before.
No slight taken…we make sure to give our dog lots of walk time other than her pee breaks so that she gets exercise. Most dog trainers/specialists would say just hanging out on the small deck probably doesn’t cut it. It is worrisome that the dog is all of a sudden making noise. I wonder if he/she is sick or something and is having a hard time being alone all day?
I’d definitely leave a note for the owner. She probably has no idea that this is happening.
I assume this because about a week ago there began an incessant whining for the hours between 9-5. With scattered periods of barking.
I am an avid believer that if your schedule is such that you can’t accommodate a dog (i.e. it’s going to be left alone in a small apartment all day) you shouldn’t have one. He is barking up a storm, I assume because he’s alone. That may be mean of me, but it’s just my belief.
Here’s my issue: should I call management and complain (even though I’m not sure whose dog it is) and risk them telling the owner to get rid of the dog? The upside would be if she/he doesn’t know the dog is barking and whining loudly all day, they will then be aware. Downside, they might be pressured to get rid of the dog.
If one of you guys said that someone reported your new dog and you felt like you may have to get rid of it, I’d say the person who reported you is an asshole. But. We have ordinances about noise. And it’s really annoying. And to go back to my original thought, I feel friggin bad for the dog.
Maybe they’re just dogsitting?
I personally would not call management until you’ve tried to work it out with the neighbor directly.
I agree…Can you walk past some of the doors and try to figure out whose it is? And then leave them a note?
Being a dog-owner myself, and being away most of the day, I can’t say I agree with the idea that no one who lives in the city and works should have a dog…but I will say that a new dog—especially if this dog is a puppy—needs to at least have a dog-walker to break up the day. I’d try to work it out with the neighbor. They really might not be aware that their new doggie has some separation anxiety.
I found out this morning that an old friend from high school passed away very tragically and unexpectedly. I’ve never dealt with the loss of a peer before. Though I wasn’t close with this person now, and haven’t been in a good 10 years, it hurts more than I would ever have imagined.
I feel for her family and her friends, and I hope that they’ll get through this somehow.