Problems?

This is the dilemma of the day. Right outside the facility where I work, construction accidently hit a main water line. So they had to shut off the water to our building. That was yesterday. The company rented port a potties for us today. And have plenty of bottle of water. But for someone like me who not only pees a lot but also hates using port a potties, this was not great. The first time I was able to go to the Panera that was less than a 5 minutes drive away. But I tend to wait until the last minute before I let myself pee (you know, to get all the nutrients) so when I left to go, I had to go bad enough that I almost just aborted mission and went in the bushes outside the facilities. But then knowing me, that’s when one of my managers would walk by and that’s how I would get fired and then that would be the reason for termination I would have to put down when I apply for new jobs. So I run to my car and speed off. I run into the Panera just in time, come out and then order a coffee. I know this seems like the exact opposite I should do since coffee basically runs straight through me but I really needed a coffee right then and there. I also bought a baguette 1) because waiting made me hungry 2) I was hoping the bread would soak up the liquid. I know that’s not how it works but maybe it’s all mental. It’s not all mental, I had to go again like an hour later. And I ate a third of the baguette just because it was there, I stopped being hungry a while ago. What category can we put these issues in?

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Another List of Happy

  • Really Shiny Crisp Red Apples
  • Tiny Animals in Tiny Clothing
  • That weird phase where it’s sunny and raining at the same time
  • The first sip of coffee in the morning
  • Little kids who can’t pronounce S’s
  • People who pay for other people’s meals at restaurants S
  • pace Heaters and Electric Blankets
  • Getting flowers just because
  • Burning Christmas Candles in the summer
  • Cookies so fresh out of the oven, they literally melt in your mouth
  • Watching a Disney movie you haven’t seen in years and still knowing all of the songs

Coffee Break

I am addicted to coffee, that itself is no secret. Tea and soda do almost nothing for me but a good strong cup of freshly brewed coffee gives me life. However, there was a short period of time in my life when I gave up coffee. It wasn’t during lent and it wasn’t because I was on some crazy diet. It was because of one specific event in my life that still makes me cringe when I think about it.

I was a young college student just about to go into my organic chemistry class. Heavy backpack slung over my shoulder, dark circles under my eyes and a cup of coffee from the library Greenberry’s in my hand. I was exhausted and grumpy. Orgo was my hardest class at school and every time I walked into that little room I felt like the life was literally being sucked out of me. Begrudgingly, I found an empty seat and pulled down that awkward retractable desk so I could set my coffee down. Class began as usual and about half way through, I had to pee. One of the more unfortunate side effects of caffeine is it how it makes me have to run to the bathroom round the clock. Not wanted to make too much of a distraction, I thought the best thing for me to do was place my coffee on ground and duck out under my desk. I sunk out and when I returned and sat down, I saw that my peer next to me was staring at me. It wasn’t one of those day dream stares or even one of those “why do you always seem to have to pee during this class?” stares. It was one of… oh what’s the word…Pity. “What?” I whispered. He stared for a another second, as if your effect. “Your coffee fell.”

I felt my heart drop as one important fact flashed through my mind, almost like one of these┬áNCIS flashbacks when they review the scene of the crime. Our classroom is at a downward slant that goes all the way down to the ground. I looked down and saw my coffee tipped over and pouring dark liquid down in-between the seats of all of the people in front of me before landing in a little pool right at the base of the backpack of a girl in the front row. First, I was really irritated at my peer. “Why didn’t you do anything?” I hissed as I grabbed my coffee to put it right side up. He shrugged. “Wasn’t my coffee.” Okay, seriously?! At that moment he lost 1000 human decency point in my book but I didn’t have enough time to be pissed. People had begun to notice and turning at pointing at me. I tried to signal at the girl in the front row with no avail. So I waited until class was over and then I sprinted to the girl, spurting out apologizes and offering to clean it up and pay for any damages. She was having none of it, made some condescending comment that I blocked out of my memory and walked away with her friend who gave me evil eyes. Understandably so, I probably would have done the same thing but at the moment I wanted to crawl under one of those desks and just die.

I know, a bit of an exaggeration. Especially since now, I can think of at least 10 things I could have done that would have been better than just sitting at my desk, waiting for the class to end/hoping that the problem would somehow fix itself. Because that’s how the real world works right? If you ignore the problem at hand, one day you will be able to look back at it and hate yourself forever. That’s what being an adult is all about.

Putting the Fuse in Confused,

C

The Luck of the Unlucky

A little while ago now, I was coming home from a long day of work when I noticed something on the ground. Something that I really shouldn’t have noticed since its so small but it still managed to popped out at me. A four leaf clover, the most prominent and worldwide symbol of luck. It was nestled in a green bed of about a hundred other normal three leaf clovers but had grown to be just a little bit taller than all of the others. As if it wanted to be noticed, like it was meant to be picked up by some random passer. A little part of my heart jumps up as I reach down to grab it. Literally a microsecond after as I pluck it though, I feel a warm sensation run down my chest and arm. Was I just that excited? Nope. My coffee had spilled out of my backpack and poured out all over my jacket. The irony is almost too much for me. It seems that I have found the only unlucky four leaf clover. So I do the most logical thing with it. I give it to my brother, hopefully he doesn’t read this…

 

It All Makes Sense Now

Everyone has those really hard weeks where you have a million things to do at once and that to-do list that doesn’t seem to be getting any shorter. There is a lot of coffee drinking, a lot of chocolate eating and a lot of headaches. I had one of these busy weeks very recently but this one was different to the ones that I had experienced before. You see, no matter what I did, I felt like I was depleted of energy. Sure, I was always moving and bouncing from one project to another but I was still sleeping enough at night and drinking more than enough coffee throughout the day. So why did find myself dozing off during all my breaks (and once during a meeting)? Maybe I was getting older, or maybe I was getting sick? Nope. The answer was right in front of me and, it was a really stupid one. One morning, I dragged myself out of bed and crawled down the stairs to get ready to go to work. I had a pounding headaches this morning, again from a combination of drinking too much caffeine and not enough water, so I went to take another one of my choice of painkiller. I don’t want to call it out by brand but I will say that comes in a blue pill form and it that rhymes with “Schmadvil”. I reached into the big bottle when my mom came down the stairs and gave me a funny look. “What?” I asked. “Nothing….just, why are you taking my sleeping medication?” she says. What? I looked at the bottle. It didn’t say “Schmadvil Headache”, it said “Schmadvil PM”. Every morning I was taking medicine that is powerful enough to help borderline insomniacs sleep at night. I don’t know what annoyed me more, the fact that I had been taking sleeping medicine all week or that this was so typical of me that when I told people, nobody was surprised.

Putting the Fuse in Confused,

C