- Everyone’s rush same-day requests come on Fridays. And everyone who wants a meeting needs it to be on Mondays. What is with that? (How about we just switch the weekends up, and take Tuesdays thru Thursdays off, in that case?)
- If companies would broadcast some kind of dance music over the loudspeakers for the last 5 minutes of every hour, no one need ever miss their 250-step activity goal for that hour. Continue reading “Random observations”
The vent overhead in the office makes an uneven rattle and high pitched metallic grinding/squeak sound.
It makes my teeth ache and my eyes twitch and it’s distracting as all get out at times.
But it’s not something one of my colleagues is doing, so there’s no one to direct irrational misophonic rage at over it.
Which is good, as these things go.
And it’s not incessant sniffling, so that’s a win. For everyone.
I wonder if’n that could get fixed somehow….
Twice a week (on paper: holidays, vacation, bad weather and other business travel notwithstanding) I sit in the Wilmington office. It’s a quiet work environment (relative to other offices, not compared to working at home). There are 2 people who sit near me and if the ventilation system didn’t rattle and make that metallic squeak overhead (makes my teeth ache a bit) it would be kind of nice here…No snifflers! No slurpy-crunchers of apples! No chewers of mints or nibblers of sunflower seeds in shells.
My misophonia is not killing me here, and I’m so glad. So. Glad
Oh, but the lights. I am not used to these lights!
You’d think these nice bright lights would be great because low light is that much harder on my aging eyes.
But no, not so much.
Too bright. Too fluorescent. Too much.
All I need is a dimmer. Or prescription reading sunglasses. Or a roof for my cubicle!
At least I remembered my reading glasses, because it’s always a bad eye day in Wilmington.
But there’s no sniffler. Win.
So we’re well into January and I haven’t even posted an obligatory “this year I’m going to blog” blog.
Mostly that’s because there are so many things I want to say lately — uncharacteristically political things, or frustrations with social injustice things, or musings on life and love and loss — but none of that wants to crystallize at present.
Too much to say becomes nothing to say, if I can’t articulate it even for myself.
So I could blog, I suppose, about more traditionally flotsam-y topics: hopes to see the friends I miss, the joys of time spent with my family and impending fun with my nieces (who cannot possibly be growing up this fast); the progress in my much-needed workout program, the trips planned and hoped for this year…
These things will probably come sooner than later. But not today.
Today I’m feeling a little too.. blank inside https://youtu.be/CPeyfTPxfaE
Which is, surprisingly, not the start of a rant about the Sniffler (joined today by a Sniffless), the Shout-Sneezer, the Serial Chip-Cruncher, Miss Obnoxious Loud Cell Ring On Her Abandoned Phone, or even Mr. Apparently Can’t Hear How Loud His Computer Is But Everyone Else In The State Can.
No seriously… what do normal people fix for dinner? Assuming they are in no way responsible for either feeding another human or modeling good dietary habits for another human… what are other people doing? Continue reading “What do normal people eat?”
Blah blah blah Superbowl. Continue reading “It hasn’t started and I’m already sick of it”
I am just about to walk out into a work day full of fresh uncertainty, and I discover a fresh fall of snow as well. Continue reading “(Not so) fresh Friday”
posts pictures, then travelblogs, and then, for an encore,
It’s official. I’ve gone off the deep end. A normal person would get one trip under their belt before starting to plan the next, Continue reading “Off the deep end”