So, I am clearing off bookshelves and getting rid of some old books that I haven’t re-read in years. In my book of 100 Hair Raising Little Horror Stories I found a copy of my 2002 wedding invitation [divorce was final is 2012]. Why on earth would I have put that there? If my life were a novel that would have been called ‘foreshadowing’; today it is just a lot of funny with a slight tinge of sad that my subconcious was apparently screeching at me to get out a lot sooner than I thought–100 Hair Raising Little Horror Stories indeed.
Remember to listen to yourself.
Okay, back to the cleaning.
So, it turns out that the perfect storm of “too much” is as follows:
1. Over scheduled myself at work and ended up doing about an 80 hour workweek.
2. That workweek ended with a training that felt rather flat when I gave it and turned out not to be what the client wanted. Yes, they should have given me more than “general safety stuff” as a guideline, but I still felt horribly shitty about it.
3. The damn power was out on the whole island for about 14 hours on Saturday effectively stealing my ability to get anything done.
4. Sunday was not a fun day.
5. Upcoming week is more over scheduled than last week.
So all of that (of which I am aware can be looked at in a positive way – yes, I am blessed to have a job, I am incredibly lucky to live with electricity most of the time, I got to enjoy reading on Saturday, etc. I’m just whining) has led me to not wanting to get out of bed this morning.
Pillows – good!
Sheets – good!
Snuggly puppies – good!
Up and out? No good.
Snooze? Yes, please.
Wish me luck at the up and out part later please….
Good afternoon everyone,
today I need to share my frustration with the world of painful safety acronyms – you’ve seen them, those annoying safety signs that have tortured a word into a “meaningful” phrase….Gods all help me, these damn things irritate the crap out of me.
Here are two randomly pulled from the internet to get you into my mindset:
- How do you spell Safety? Safety Means Always Remember Teamwork
are you f’ing kidding me? I’m pretty sure you spelled safety wrong and *starts kicking things out of annoyance*
- Safety, a culture to live by: Communication Urge Leadership Teamwork Understanding Recognition Empowerment
just…..no. stop it. stop making words say shit that sort of means something kind of they way you want to say it. just….no.
No-one in existence has said, “damn, we were just one good slogan away from being safe”. I have denied being in the business of Safety for years because of shit like this – how can you be a professional in a business that seems to excel at making themselves look ridiculous???
so anyway, here I am prepping crap for work and there is one of my loathed acronyms – SHARP. That’s right, Safety and Health Achievement Recognition Program (nope, didn’t torture themselves to make that word work…). Okay, things are going along normally until halfway through the report when I stumble upon a new initialism (aka first letter of each word that doesn’t actually spell anything), NCSP, which stands for National Construction SHARP Pilot. Realizing that they are using an acronym IN the initialism immediately broke my brain causing my vision to go a bit wonky and make my left eye twitch.
I’m making tea now.
Have a lovely day,
ya know, for a monday, there is a ridiculous amount of work in my work today. Things to do, frustrations to fuss about, passive aggressive emails to send, and surprisingly – a completely inane posting at lunchtime.
I attempted to go on a movie date twice this holiday weekend, I say attempt because the sheer volume of people waiting to get tickets to the newest fast n furious (why? why is there so much fury when they get to go so fast?) movie caused us both to pause and say, “nope…to many people”. But we tried and that TOTALLY counts, right?
It was also the weekend of random weird shit, my favorite of which was a tree frog falling out of the tree and landing on the windshield of the car. I was full of the squee! and the wonder while the boyfriend was full of the holy shit, a fucking frog just fell on the car! At his decidedly squicked out face I proceeded to grab the poor startled baseball sized froggie and put him back into the trees.
ooh, my sandwich is here!
Dear Newton, I need an external force please.
When my mother visited she had a few ‘intervention-like’ conversations with me. One of the most memorable was the, “I’m worried because you have only two speeds: all go, and all stop”. It was memorable because all I could think was, “yep, that’s me”.
Lately though I have been more all stop, no go and I fear I am going to merge with the furniture.