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May 16, 2006

Hello My Little Raindrop

Drip.Drip.Drip
Good morning (or good afternoon, depending on where you reside) raindrops! It's been raining cats and dogs, birds and bees and various farm animals here in NYC. The rains that the weather folks kept telling us were to descend the past 4 or 5 days finally plummeted from the skies. No complaints here; we all need water and hey, it's good for the flowers and fauna.

Tossing and Turning
I've been tossing and turning the past couple of nights, morphing what used to be sleep I could count on into a turn-left, turn-right, kick the blankets off, pull them back over me movie that's in instant replay mode. That's exactly what it feels like, and I really HATE IT when that happens. I'm totally clueless as to what this latest sleep deprivation thing is about; usually there's something stuck in my craw, but after considerable examination, I've uncovered nothing. Perhaps further data mining of the brain and my innards will reveal the source of my dis----, dis-whatever. :-)

Pardon My Incredulity
Meanwhile back at the funny farm, I received a surprising voice mail from a friend who duly declared the reason he's been so pissed off at me for the past few weeks. Though the caller readily admitted to the jackassness (note: I realize that's not a word but just go with me on this) of his thought processes, I couldn't help wondering WHY this person was incapable of understanding the reason I wasn't available when he was here. There were two very, very important reasons why; the first was jury duty. The second reason, more serious and very recent, was the fact that I had a MANDATORY meeting there was no way in hell I could avoid. There was absolutely no chance I could have wiggled my way out of either one. It's not as if he didn't know these two things were happening.

This amazing display of pissedoffness over my absence left me thinking nothing more than Yes, that must be 'jackass' with a capital "J" and you've got to be kidding me. As a good friend so often puts it, I really must learn to lower my expectations of people, no matter what the circumstances.

You Suck. But in a Good Way
This week brought an email from another friend that read, You suck, but in a good way. Yes indeedy honey buns, that surely got my attention. Again I said to myself, you've got to be fucking kidding me. This time I didn't hesitate. I grabbed the phone and proceeded to dial the phone number of Mr. You Suck in order to kick some friendly butt. Seems my collaborator/business partner on a recent project couldn't understand WHY I paid him MORE money than he expected. I'd say that was a GOOD thing, wouldn't you? Regardless, I knew what he meant yet couldn't restrain myself from voicing the reason WHY he was paid more. Sheesh. Ungrateful little brat. (wink) Some folks just don't realize that they grossly underprice their work. It's my job to set them straight on that. :-)

Design Intervention Required
IOEN (in other exciting news), I can tell I'm ready for a blog design reinvention or three. I've spent way too much time looking at the designs over at CSS Zen Garden and wondering how I could implement something similar in this space. Hmm. And that concludes this edition of Tales from the Funny Farm.

Cindy

Comments

Brain matter deposited by: Ted on May 17, 2006 11:38 AM

Brain matter deposited by: sdy on May 18, 2006 2:55 AM

Brain matter deposited by: Cindy on May 18, 2006 11:28 AM