I'm willing to share small tidbits of me. Who I am. What I experience. Why I do what I do. Just ramdom thoughts from me. Enjoy!
Who?
Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
Something’s wrong. At least I think so. Yea, I'm quite sure something's wrong.Why can’t I gather my thoughts? Why can’t I concentrate? Why can't my brain stay on one task at a time? Why am I having such a hard time communicating my thoughts? Why don’t I feel like being bothered by people? Why do I consider interfacing with people as being "bothered"? That’s awfully rude of me, but whatever….
When I’m at home, I need to hurry up and get to work because there’s so much work to be done there, but when I get work, I need to get home, because there is so much that needs to be done there. Why can’t I be productive where I am? I get so little done at work these days. I find myself spinning in circles asking people the same questions over and over again. I shuffle papers all day. Yes, that’s what I do for a living, I move paper from here to there all day. I’m getting frustrated with myself. I’m even getting frustrated that I’m frustrated with myself and no one else is getting frustrated at my frustration. Frustrating, huh? I don’t even know if that made sense, and check this out: I don’t even care if it made sense, because I don’t know what I’m even trying to say. WTH???
I know at some point, it’s going to become evident that whatever is or is not going on in my brain is affecting my work performance and output. When will the ‘jig be up’? There was a recent change in the office and I no longer feel like I have a boss that understands. So I don’t plan on talking to him.
Anyone got a recipe for a good pomodoro sauce? I'm in the mood and can no longer buy it at my local market.
My purse is a mess. I looked in it yesterday and thought: "Why are there so many receipts in here? Why aren’t my sunglasses in their case? Exactlywhereis my sunglass case? Why am I carrying around three combs? Why is all the change I gather at the bottom of my purse and not in the pocket on my wallet? What made me put a miniature disco ball in my purse? (Ok, I just took it out as I never had a use for it) Whyis my purse so fricken heavy? Why?
This all kinda hit me like a Mac truck in the last couple of weeks. I don’t want to see my doctor. But I know I should. I don’t want to be on any medication, besides these calcium supplements. I’m not depressed, at least I don’t think I am. I’ve been there before and this ain’t that. I can’t even cry right now. I think I want to, or well maybe I don’t---I don’t know. My brain won’t focus enough to allow me to cry. Ya know what….Nah, I don’t even wanna cry—at least not right now.
I think I need to pick a new ring tone for my phone. I've grown tired of the AT&T Christmas jingle. It's the only one that's loud enough for me to hear it.
Oh, it's ok to laugh at me. I'm laughing at myself and the state that I'm in. Most times, I find myself saying to co-workers that I jsut can't get it together.
Posted by Random me ::
10:51 AM ::
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