I’m trying not to become one of “those” people.
You know the ones: the complainers, the whiners, the “Oh-my-story-is-so-much-worse”ers. I can see the potential in me to become THAT person. “You think being a college student is hard? Try going for your Ph.D.” Or “You drive an hour to class? Try 3.5 hours there and 3.5 hours back.” Or “You don’t even KNOW busy. Busy is my BFF.”
I HATE that person.
I’ve also noticed that people I work with/students/random-ners (love all the made up words in this blog so far) don’t catch my sense of humor. And, granted, it’s very dry. But, after working with me for over two years, you’d think they’d pick up on it by now.
Like my co-worker. He came in my office the other day and mentioned something how we were having to do extra work and not being recognized nor receiving additional pay for it. And I said, “Yeah. I’m not bitter or anything.” NOT serious (well, not totally). He didn’t catch the joke, though.
Or my student. When I smiled sweetly and told him, “You have to do the work or I’m going to fail you.” I’m not kidding. I may be smiling, but inside I’m going to mark a big fat F on your paper. Just saying.
Oh, and for additional funsies, tar is dripping through the roof at work and has made a big puddle on my floor and on my desk. Yes, that’s right: TAR. And it’s wrecking havoc on my asthma, so I’m being forced to move from my office to the student center, which is right beside a coffee shop. Oh, the horrors!
Catch the sarcasm. ;)
FYI, Sunday is my 26th birthday. I’m excited, if for no other reason than I get to say all week, “It’s my birthday week!” And, yes, I believe some Maggie Moos ice cream cupcakes will be involved. And possibly pumpkin cheesecake. Oh, who am I kidding? It’s my birthday, I’ll have both.
(Is it sad that I’m mainly excited about the food for my birthday?)
This is totally random, I know. I apparently love bouncing from subject to subject. I wish I had something super amazing to say, but I really don’t.
Oh, apparently now I twitter. Go figure.