“My Jack Russell Terrier is smarter than your honor student.” This is the bumper sticker that I saw on my drive home from work on Friday. You’ve probably seen a few bumper stickers in your day, haven’t you? I’ve seen a few. Most of them are pretty benign. Some of them promote a cause or a politician that I don’t support. Still fewer make a statement that rubs my calm demeanor raw. This…
I think of my self as sentimental. By this I mean that I tend to be reflective. I think about the past; the good, the bad and the ugly. I come across objects that I associate with events and I am swept away by memories and emotions from the past. Why should you care? I don’t really know. I thought it might explain some things…
I was going through my briefcase this afternoon, looking for a pen…
I know this. You know this. We also know that there is a difference between knowing and doing. Case in point (you just knew there had to be one): TONIGHT.
I like sleep, and I think sleep likes me. We get along famously, but occasionally things come between us. When this happens sleep gets angry with me. He starts to come by when he isn’t wanted. You can understand why I wouldn’t want to upset…
Does your stomach hurt? Do feel like you want to hurl? Does your head ache? Does the thought of food drive you into a single minded, Pavlovian response?
Suddenly my phone rings. No, that’s not exactly true. My phone started to vibrate in my pocket. Exercising good mobile phone etiquette, I stepped outside to see who was so important they felt it necessary to interrupt the death watch. It was…
Thirty minutes is a long time to wait in a doctor’s office lobby. The only thing that makes it tolerable is I know when it will end. It will be exactly a half an hour. When my time is up I get to walk up to the window, assure the nurse that my air passages have not closed up, and leave. A half an hour in the lobby waiting for the nurse to call you back to the exam room, not knowing when you will…
My coworkers bemoan my lack of recognition for my work (at work). They ask me why I don’t call attention to myself. Little do they know I’m calling attention to myself right now. Granted, someone would have to be reading this for it to count as “calling attention to myself.” Would you believe me if I told you that the act of creating a useful tool that others might find useful is all the…