This is how I'm feeling today. Frustrated. Wishing I was at home watching Henry James' novels on film. Ugh. I'm so done with today. But here I am...trying to finish recruitment for two events, updating a website, try to get a schedule for media we have to come up with, trying not to be at my wit's end. After all, it isn't
just for another person to make you feel the way you feel. It is your responsibility to control emotions. Thankfully, yesterday was the day I felt true frustration, and today is really just the "my cup overfloweth with all thing not lovely" Thursday - vibrations from yesterday's "earthquake". I fell asleep watching the Discovery Channel probably around 9:00pm last night. (I'm sure this was a subconscious shutdown -
Warning, Warning, Brain's impending stress will cause early Vesper shut down...Warning, Warning...Emergency sleep deprivation and stress aleviation to commence at 2100.... Quite comical, actually. Considering the following -- That I woke up at 3:45am and tossed/turned until 7:30am when I finally righted myself up and decided to get ready. Apparently, once my body achieves approximately seven hours of sleep, I'm supposed to awaken. Why, oh why, you may ask, is the reason for my overly dramatic statements. The non-compelling sighs and cries for attention (This blog is my pitiful attempt) arises from a certain person in the office with whom I see every day at the office, work with on too many projects,...and who pretends to care about my life, although truly does not. It disgusts me. I suppose if this particular person stopped pretending and/or decided to show their apathy in true form, I might find them callous and hardened, but it does seem worse when someone asks if you are "doing alright", when really they are trying to dig up reasons to criticize your work and then feign innocent concern. I hate liars. But...perhaps it would be liberating to have the truth out in the open. Then, perhaps I might feel like this person.
Quite satisfied with myself and perhaps in the knowledge that certain liars might actually be dually noted as charlatans or otherwise by other perceptive persons (besides myself). But, as this is not the case, I feel compelled to keep my mouth shut and allow myself a wry smile when she says foolish things in front of others. I will remain silent and do my job well. This is the best answer to her games.
This is how I'm feeling today. Frustrated. Wishing I was at home watching Henry James' novels on film. Ugh. I'm so done with today. But here I am...trying to finish recruitment for two events, updating a website, try to get a schedule for media we have to come up with, trying not to be at my wit's end. After all, it isn't just for another person to make you feel the way you feel. It is your responsibility to control emotions. Thankfully, yesterday was the day I felt true frustration, and today is really just the "my cup overfloweth with all thing not lovely" Thursday - vibrations from yesterday's "earthquake". I fell asleep watching the Discovery Channel probably around 9:00pm last night. (I'm sure this was a subconscious shutdown - Warning, Warning, Brain's impending stress will cause early Vesper shut down...Warning, Warning...Emergency sleep deprivation and stress aleviation to commence at 2100.... Quite comical, actually. Considering the following -- That I woke up at 3:45am and tossed/turned until 7:30am when I finally righted myself up and decided to get ready. Apparently, once my body achieves approximately seven hours of sleep, I'm supposed to awaken. Why, oh why, you may ask, is the reason for my overly dramatic statements. The non-compelling sighs and cries for attention (This blog is my pitiful attempt) arises from a certain person in the office with whom I see every day at the office, work with on too many projects,...and who pretends to care about my life, although truly does not. It disgusts me. I suppose if this particular person stopped pretending and/or decided to show their apathy in true form, I might find them callous and hardened, but it does seem worse when someone asks if you are "doing alright", when really they are trying to dig up reasons to criticize your work and then feign innocent concern. I hate liars. But...perhaps it would be liberating to have the truth out in the open. Then, perhaps I might feel like this person. 
Quite satisfied with myself and perhaps in the knowledge that certain liars might actually be dually noted as charlatans or otherwise by other perceptive persons (besides myself). But, as this is not the case, I feel compelled to keep my mouth shut and allow myself a wry smile when she says foolish things in front of others. I will remain silent and do my job well. This is the best answer to her games.
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