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Ponder-osa

As an INFJ, I spend a lot of time gathering information and intel (consciously and sub so), and also analyzing/questioning/pondering, etc. I do a lot of this silently so most people wouldn’t notice my brain is constantly playing 20 questions / 1,000,000 answers. Sometimes, though, my brain gives me a break and I only think, like, half as much as usual and contemplate silly things that make me laugh. Lucky you, today is that day.

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Una nota de martes

Twas the Tuesday before American Thanksgiving, when we celebrate people in silly hats with buckles pre-snookering cool cats in feather headdresses with crappy food like turkey, but hey, beggers can’t be choosers, eh? I am at work. I will forever be at work. Though told that Friday is “family time,” ergo boss will not be in the office, I will be here, despite the fact that I came from and in fact do still have a family. Apparently, family time = only for the 1%. Continue reading “Una nota de martes”

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Thursday Doors: Closed

I’m coming out of a fog into a haze of snow. I’m psychologically and emotionally spent, and I’m merely adjacent to the turmoil around me. That’s not 100 percent true — I knew her, too — not deeply, but enough to be disturbed by the news, let alone the aftermath of the little bit that has fallen to me to deal with. Four days ago, my boss’s wife died unexpectedly. The door on her life is closed. Continue reading “Thursday Doors: Closed”

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The password is… MORON

I’m surprised I allowed myself to be confused for so long. After other things that have happened here, it should have been crystal clear to me what the answer was. Not only that, at this point I think I should quit my day job and enter the military as a code breaker. I have an untapped skill set I could use for good and it would save me from dealing with this moronitude any longer.

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Just Keep Laughing

What day is it? I was off yesterday so it can’t possibly be anything other than Monday, right? The stain on my shirt that I didn’t notice this morning until I was already at work and the wacky things that are happening make it feel like it’s Monday.

Unofficial Rorschach test results of my stain indicate it’s Australia, but it’s upside-down. Well, that just fits with the chaos of the day, which some nice person just told me is Thursday. Well, that’s good. That means tomorrow’s Friday and the weekend is just a sweaty summer day away!

Speaking of away, have you ever been around people whose every single thing they do turns into chaos? I feel like I’m circling the drain with them and trying to find something to hold on to. No! I’m Jack and/or Rose! And I’m on the back of Titanic waiting for it to submerge and I start kicking and kicking to get to safety. No wonder I’m exhausted.

How do people function like this? (Answer: they don’t.) Chaos should be a rare event, not a way of life, people. I’m too close to just sit back with a box of popcorn and watch. Must. Create. Distance.

Speaking of popcorn, check out some of the comedy stylings of Tig Notaro, she who’s comedy I enjoyed on my midweek day off yesterday. Sure, I America-d, since it was July 4th, but how much fun can one have knowing that normal bedtimes are in effect since work looms the very next day? Note to the holiday people: three-day weekend or not at all. AmIRight?

This random post brought to you by a midweek holiday that makes me confused about what day it is and chaos surrounding me that’s attempting to keep me from knowing which way is up.

Just. Keep. Laughing.

P.S. The shirt is black and the stain is only visible when I look down at myself, not in a mirror reflection, so there’s that.