Dear Officemates:

Stop.

Chewing.

All of you.

I've never been so glad that I have to drive an hour to class than I am right. this. minute.

Because it means I get to leave the office.

And the chewing.

THE CHEWING.

O RLY?

I've been blogging for two years.

Huh.

And it's not any more interesting.

Go figure.

Thought for the Day

marriedtothesea.com

I Just Wanna Bang on the Drum All Day.

Work work. School work.

Work work work.

I feel like I'm trapped in Dr. Seuss book.

But if that's the case, I want to be in "Happy Birthday to You".

Because eating hot dogs and swimming would be a good day.

Sometimes I Wonder...

What it would be like to go just go to school and not have to do anything else. What's it like not to have to work 40 hours a week (ok, be in an office for 40 hours a week)? People go to school for years and never work a real job. How does one go 30 years and never work a full-time job, either in their profession or just to pay the bills? What happens when you're done with school and you actually have to get a job? You've probably never functioned in a real work environment outside of the halls of academia - is that just total overload?

I can't imagine what that would be like at all. I've worked long enough that I can't even begin to think about what I'd do if I didn't have to anymore. Or if I never started to - I couldn't wait to get out of school and get a job. It took 6 years for me to even consider going back.

And now I want out again. Two semesters, and I'm over it.

I have 6 more to go. If I didn't have to work, it would be 3.

Hmm.

Ha!

A- in web design.

HA! Take that server-side programming.

Another Day in the City of Angels

While this story isn't about the following paragraph, it's the one that truly stood out to me...

On a recent morning, Morris planted himself at the open door of the Flower Street entrance, where patrons were already gathering, awaiting the 10 a.m. opening. This ritual is a touching peculiarity of the Central Library, a testament to its popularity. Not only do people line up to enter, as they do at Disneyland, but sometimes they also literally count down with anticipation.

This is why I'm in library school.

4 Years.

So, yesterday was my four-year anniversary at work.

Four years.

I'm the only employee who's made it this far.

I think I deserve a prize...but even I forgot about it being my anniversary.

*sigh*

Tattoos Gone Wrong

This right here is what might keep me from ever getting the Little Prince emblazoned on my back.

DONE.

And done.

2 weeks, 18 pages, one DTD, one PHP wrapper, my first XML doc, and two anxiety attacks later...

I've built a very boring website.

But it works in IE AND Firefox.

Woot!

HA!

PHP and DTD are my bitches today.

HA!

The quest for completion of the lamest website evar is close to finished.

Maybe someday I will actually have some fun with this.

Or change my specialization.

URGH.

So unwell. So so unwell.

I haven't had a full night's sleep in a week.

I have a paper due tomorrow.
I have a live website and final exam due on Friday.

And I can barely drag myself out of bed in the morning.

Today's menu has consisted of two sips of tea and half a club soda.

I feel like the 8 year old with a nervous stomach again who cried every morning before the bus came because I didn't want to go to school. It didn't work then, and 20 years later it's impossible to live this way. I'm an adult with a job and school work and responsibilities and I can't just stop functioning.

But I also can't keep waking up at 4am to start worrying about what I have to do that day. My heart pounds and I get that all-too-familiar knot in my stomach that doesn't go away and so I toss and turn until it's time to turn the TV on.

I hope this goes away at the end of the week.

I Like to Drink

Yes, I do. I like to drink a lot. And often. Every day, if possible. I think I might be a bottle short of alcoholism, and I'm okay with that.

Yes, I like to drink.