Ahhh . . . Freak Out!
What is going on in the world? Seriously. Banks collapsing, the election going into the toilet, me not writing in my blog.
I recommend the Wikipedia article on the Great Depression. Very interesting stuff. I'm in the middle of reading it right now, because I can't focus on one thing at a time. My mind is easily distracted.
I talked briefly with my brother on Monday night, about turning 30 and my mild freakouts, which I like to play up for dramatic effect. He joked about talking me out of it--"it's just a number"--but really I don’t have much to be talked out of. When I'm good, I'm good. When I'm not feeling happy, turning 30 is just one more thing. This sucks and this sucks and this sucks AND I'm turning 30. Wahhh!
Christmas Eve is 14 weeks from today, if you were wondering. A woman at my 2nd job occasionally updates on us on where we are in relation to Xmas.
I don't know what else is happening. I had to change seats at work, a change that left me bereft and with no one to talk to. Our dept. (my old dept., now) has a reputation of being the chatty ones, not the hardest workers, and I used to think that reputation unfounded. Now that I moved though, I see everyone else just plugging away on their computers, rarely stopping to exchange more than a few words of chat, and I guess maybe it wasn't entirely unjustified. Still, I never felt as though the chat negatively affected my work. Writing doesn't work like that.
If we lived in the time of Mad Men we'd not only be chatting, but drinking, too!
Facebook is weirding me out these days. High school people, who I haven't actually thought about since about 1996, keep showing up and friending me, and then I've got all my current work friends, my relatives, and they're all there together in the People You May Know sidebar. Worlds are colliding! Soon my entire friend/acquaintance base will be on Facebook!
Except my dad. I can't quite imagine that. (if he ever reads this, he'll join just to prove me wrong)
It's 9:45, I’m at job #2, still waiting for the work to pick up. Sometimes I sit here more than I actually DO anything. If the Depression happens all over again, I'm toast.
I recommend the Wikipedia article on the Great Depression. Very interesting stuff. I'm in the middle of reading it right now, because I can't focus on one thing at a time. My mind is easily distracted.
I talked briefly with my brother on Monday night, about turning 30 and my mild freakouts, which I like to play up for dramatic effect. He joked about talking me out of it--"it's just a number"--but really I don’t have much to be talked out of. When I'm good, I'm good. When I'm not feeling happy, turning 30 is just one more thing. This sucks and this sucks and this sucks AND I'm turning 30. Wahhh!
Christmas Eve is 14 weeks from today, if you were wondering. A woman at my 2nd job occasionally updates on us on where we are in relation to Xmas.
I don't know what else is happening. I had to change seats at work, a change that left me bereft and with no one to talk to. Our dept. (my old dept., now) has a reputation of being the chatty ones, not the hardest workers, and I used to think that reputation unfounded. Now that I moved though, I see everyone else just plugging away on their computers, rarely stopping to exchange more than a few words of chat, and I guess maybe it wasn't entirely unjustified. Still, I never felt as though the chat negatively affected my work. Writing doesn't work like that.
If we lived in the time of Mad Men we'd not only be chatting, but drinking, too!
Facebook is weirding me out these days. High school people, who I haven't actually thought about since about 1996, keep showing up and friending me, and then I've got all my current work friends, my relatives, and they're all there together in the People You May Know sidebar. Worlds are colliding! Soon my entire friend/acquaintance base will be on Facebook!
Except my dad. I can't quite imagine that. (if he ever reads this, he'll join just to prove me wrong)
It's 9:45, I’m at job #2, still waiting for the work to pick up. Sometimes I sit here more than I actually DO anything. If the Depression happens all over again, I'm toast.
Labels: Internet, Time Flies, Workin'
posted by Melanie at 9:48 PM
