I’m still standing

Or more accurately, sitting on my hinder waiting for an IT guy to fix an application so I can do some boring jobstuff, write an email about it to some people who’ll test what I’ve done, and most importantly, go home. It’s not often that I’m the last person sitting in this room at the end of the day — those PR folks are maniacs when it comes to working into the night. But not me, man. I have a life (even if said life consists of going to Stah Mahket, watching the Simpsons, fixing a lame-ass dinner, and bringing out the flying snake for my cat to kill. But not for awhile, I guess.

Ah, spring. Ah, annual depressive episode. In college, spring always meant strep throat and finals, usually concurrently. As someone who hates hot weather, I dread the first warm days of the year and the ensuing despair about not being able to wear black tights and turtlenecks (not to mention the body issues concommitant with wearing summery clothes). This time of year is also the anniversary of losing a close friend to cancer. It seems stupid and mechanical to get bummed out according to the calendar, though. And I’m probably only writing about it because I’m stuck here at work after yet another tiring, frustrating day when I don’t get to take a lunch break or nuthin’.

Yesterday brought out my inner snob when I kept encountering people who didn’t know what various words meant:

  • The pregnant woman who sits next to me was talking to her husband on the phone, and the word “gestational” came up. She had to pause and repeat it twice, then defined it for him as “You know, that time when a little baby is inside me?”
  • Later, said enceinte coworker was calling pharmacies to see if they had a certain iron supplement in stock. “Ferrous — is that a brand name? Is it spelled F-E-R-R-I-S?” I wanted to ask her if she ever took chemistry.
  • In a meeting, someone mentioned the word “doppelganger,” and the woman to my left piped up, “What’s that? What’s a doppelganger?” Then she wrote “doppleganger = evil twin” in her notebook.

I am not a very nice person.



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