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Thanks for the link, Jaypo. Two words that describe me perfectly today.
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I don't know why I expected anything different. The movers were supposed to come on Monday to begin moving our department's GTA furniture into their new offices, which were just vacated by the History department yesterday. So, I came to work, got some coffee and started downstairs to make my final adjustments to the moving plan. My boss changed his mind about where to house a new faculty hire, so I needed to relabel a bunch of things to account for that.
Only on the way downstairs, I was met by a pair of movers hauling desks on dollies. (Why not use the elevators? Because the elevators in this building were deemed in "insufficiently good repair to carry labeled weight." In short, the elevators are so far gone into disrepair that the College doesn't think it's safe to haul those old grey battleship desks in them.) As I passed the movers, I noticed that the moving tag on it was for OUR DEPARTMENT. That's right. They were already moving our offices, more than a day ahead of schedule. Good for them, working so efficiently, but FUCKING HELL--they couldn't have called me to say, "We're coming, start panicking NOW."
So instead, I've been running around the past two hours, frantically dashing up and down stairs, sticking new labels on things, crossing out room numbers, scribbling floor plans. Then, just as I think I'm starting to get a grip on things, I hear a disembodied voice say, "Crack...uh...that's lunch. Lock up the dollies in the main room and take an hour...crack." Lunch at 11:00 am.
Should have got a bigger coffee.
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I've been cranky today. Hubby didn't leave me even a full cup of coffee. The novel synopsis was still killing me, and I was dreading the effort of finishing it and the novel and sending it out agents and being rejected. I was at work, doing travel reports for professors who get to travel all over the world. I was lamenting my dietary failings, the nasty turn my complexion has taken lately, the limited space in my house, the way my feet hurt when I get up in the morning and most of the day. Then, I went to lunch and read Jaypo's blog, which contains a link to a system that measures just how rich you are. I dutifully typed in my pittance of a secretary's salary and upon learning that I am in the top 10% of the world's wealthiest people, I felt two things:
Markedly more depressed about the state of the world.
Markedly less cranky about my situation.
My life doesn't suck, although my attitude does. I ate breakfast (albeit without coffee) and lunch today. The walk home will be cold, but at least the house will be warm when I get there. I'll probably eat dinner, too. I'll have the time, energy and electricity to work on the novel and its cruel and capricious synopsis. It always seems like there's not enough money, but at least the bills get paid and there's some left over to give to Oxfam.
In fact, combine this post with the previous post, and then click on over to Oxfam Unwrapped, where you can purchase useful items for impoverished people, in honor of your holiday gift recipients. For instance, just like with Heifer International, you can contribute money that will be used to buy livestock and farming equipment for people in developing nations. They even give you a gift card to let your loved one know that you bought something useful with the money you were going to use to buy her a plastic reindeer ornament, or an ugly piece of china, or a candleholder. It's the sort of revenge that gives you a warm, snuggly feeling.
