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Aug. 30th, 2006 05:15 pmI have noticed that if I post things in the middle of the night (1-2 pm) I don't get any comments on them because they fall into the deep dark void of sleepiness, and by the time anyone wakes up and checks LJ, they're burried by 27 million new posts.
Which is to say that if I have important things to say, I save them for morning, and if I want to have a breakdown about how mean people were to me in the past, I post them late at night. :)
I did remember something positive from Middle School though! (There actually were plenty of nice things about middle school, I was just focusing on a bad year (8th grade) the other day.) When I was in 5th grade, my dad was on sabbatical (as he is this year), and there was apparently talk about us all going to India for the year, where popular lore has it I would have starved to death on nothing but rice and pouris. (I'm not sure if this would have been true, for it turns out that I don't hate *all* indian food, just mostly my dad's, but it is true that I also hate lentils, so it might have been ultimately true.) Apparently--and I have *no* idea how this would have come up in conversation, maybe her husband is a professor?--one of my fifth grade teachers offered to 'adopt' me for the year if they'd wanted to go off without me. This was Mrs Simko who taught English. I would read books under my desk during class, and I remember her trying to catch me while we were reading a story aloud--she'd jump back to me after pretty much anyone else, just to see if I'd say, "I'm' sorry, I lost the place," and she could yell at me for reading and not paying attention. Didn't work though.
Work has been at least 4 shades of evil today. EVIL. I did all my work on time (or early) and as a reward, I get more work. I think I'm not getting the point. And while I didn't *actually* do anything useful about the review thing, I did check with others to see that it's still being talked about among the higher ups. Which it is, but along the lines of, "Gosh, I don't know what we're supposed to do now." which isn't really helpful, and makes me want to cry. (It did make me cry earlier, for I'm apparently weak today.) But one of my coworkers, so sweet, told me to get cracking on the review stuff, so I can get the 'associate' off my email signature. oh, I loff him.
Which is to say that if I have important things to say, I save them for morning, and if I want to have a breakdown about how mean people were to me in the past, I post them late at night. :)
I did remember something positive from Middle School though! (There actually were plenty of nice things about middle school, I was just focusing on a bad year (8th grade) the other day.) When I was in 5th grade, my dad was on sabbatical (as he is this year), and there was apparently talk about us all going to India for the year, where popular lore has it I would have starved to death on nothing but rice and pouris. (I'm not sure if this would have been true, for it turns out that I don't hate *all* indian food, just mostly my dad's, but it is true that I also hate lentils, so it might have been ultimately true.) Apparently--and I have *no* idea how this would have come up in conversation, maybe her husband is a professor?--one of my fifth grade teachers offered to 'adopt' me for the year if they'd wanted to go off without me. This was Mrs Simko who taught English. I would read books under my desk during class, and I remember her trying to catch me while we were reading a story aloud--she'd jump back to me after pretty much anyone else, just to see if I'd say, "I'm' sorry, I lost the place," and she could yell at me for reading and not paying attention. Didn't work though.
Work has been at least 4 shades of evil today. EVIL. I did all my work on time (or early) and as a reward, I get more work. I think I'm not getting the point. And while I didn't *actually* do anything useful about the review thing, I did check with others to see that it's still being talked about among the higher ups. Which it is, but along the lines of, "Gosh, I don't know what we're supposed to do now." which isn't really helpful, and makes me want to cry. (It did make me cry earlier, for I'm apparently weak today.) But one of my coworkers, so sweet, told me to get cracking on the review stuff, so I can get the 'associate' off my email signature. oh, I loff him.
