Silly me, i was still reloading the sorry screen at blogger hours after Ev finished the update to the system, mostly because i’m an inattentive silly head. That can be generalized as the main problem here, for sure.
by krisis
off-topics
So, yeah. My main person to hang out and do work with in the office left on some sort of wild admissions road-trip, so i have the urge to just hide behind my desk for the next two hours until tonight’s sleepover students get here and i’m sucked into that whole drama. Oh yeah. Drama.
Blagh. Somehow i got sucked into filing. See, my job is to generally fill in as Admissions Counciler whenever the actual councilers need assistance, and so far i’ve really done everything other than accept/deny incoming students. But, today half of the filing wall was pulled down as we sent out acceptance/denial letters, and now they’ve all got to get filed back up. So, polite and accomadating person that i am, i offered to file.
When i was little i used to dump out my box of G.I. Joe filecards on the floor and realphabetize them just for fun. But, it isn’t the same when the files are big and heavy and have dozens of razor-like little papers inside of them (as opposed to the blunt-cut edges of the cardboard cards on my floor). And, to top it off, the filing staff doesn’t seem to like me that much – barely mustering up enough enough niceness for me one i was actually helping them out.
Blagh. Anyhow, i just exercised my power to make important decisions, and decided i’m way too busy to file. No more filing for me.
I drink coffee now. How obscene is that? A year and a half working at the coffee shop and i barely even had one au lait every month, and now i have my requisite 20oz. by noon every day (which feels perfectly lovely on my eternally-empty morning stomach). Honestly, i think it’s because we have weak coffee, the kind that normal humans can actually ingest. I was a coffee snob for a while there, but there’s no use being a snob about something i can’t even choke down a sip of. It’s like those people who collect antique furniture and then have no were to sit.
Everything has been more vivid lately. It started out with my shirts at work … all of them stand out as if someone coated me with melted crayolas against the bleaker greys and blues my coworkers wear. But, that vividness started to bleed into the rest of my life as well; this weekend sitting on Kathe’s floor singing along to songs that both of us didn’t know the words to i felt more real and grounded than i had in weeks. I’ve been out to eat five nights in a row, surrounded by other people with eyes twinkling and mouths rattling and finally realizing that i’m surrounded by a world where sometimes before it was more like a world surrounding me. At work i have the power to put a smile on someone’s face, or to get them to think about what they’re doing with the rest of there life. I made my friends laugh for an hour straight tonight over dinner just by being me. It’s like my life, in hypercolor: everything is brighter, and the contrast is sharper than ever.