How to Beg Your Computer for Mercy
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Tomorrow begins my second week without a trainer at my big kid job. The first week was promising, but…a few things could have gone better.
Ten minutes into my first day, I wake my computer to find I don’t have an account. The attorneys have accounts, the previous assistant and even the printer but not me. Fortunately, the newest attorney knows my predecessor, being his sister and all…after a hmmph I had a basic account set up.
A little further into the first day, I realize the email software has rebelled and deleted the staff account. Along with the calendar and contacts, which were very full and are somewhat important at a law office. Continue reading
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Our Xmas guard dog...kills with kisses!
I looked out our front window the other night when I shut off the tree lights. My car sat, as usual, in front of the house. At that time of night–the time I only know by the deep yawns and rubbing of heavy eye lids–the street is eerily empty. Although we live close to busy intersections, the sound rarely penetrates–even late at night.
Looking at my car, I remembered how sound affects our street at night. Absolutely no noise and then the shoving of a door, footsteps on the pavement, every creak is noticeable. Several years ago, the intrusive sound was my car alarm. According to my brother, he saw an indistinct blur of a man shocked at the blinking and beeping contraption. The man ran and nothing was taken.
We’re at that time of year again though. Coming back to the big city, I’m reminded that safety here is different. In college, students are always told to walk with a buddy and, if they’re going to drink, drink in a safe environment. Indy isn’t quite the same. Continue reading
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My foot...stepping up the window!
I’ll keep this short. Perhaps the brevity will emphasize the point or, more accurately, my new discovery. Truthfully, I hadn’t accounted for the extra hours I worked tonight (Sunday, Nov 6.)
At twenty-three, I don’t have a lot of obligations. My wages aren’t terribly high yet. So, I work as much as possible. My boss tells me I work like a dog. Applying this to my dog and the numerous previous puppies we’ve had, I presume ‘working like a dog’ is similar to the way dogs eat. Dogs are known for their tendency to eat themselves sick. If the food is accessible, the only thing typically stopping them from endless consumption is the size of their stomach. Even then, they usually push the barriers.
Is this what she meant about my work ethic? Call me crazy (really, it’s okay) but these words bring an appreciative smile to my face–the kind of grin that brightens the muscles inside the core of my body. An overwhelming pride that can’t be expressed for fear of diminishing it’s value. Continue reading
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My Best "Faces"
I don’t just alphabetize my things, I break them into categories. When my family moved to their current house, I decided to take over a bookshelf in the living room for my books that had been piling up in closets over the years. However, much like everything else I did as a teenager, I lacked all flair with organizing shelves. My dad explained that lining up as many books as possible on the shelves isn’t attractive. Aesthetics.
To this day though, the heavy boxes of books climbing up the walls of my storage unit are not packaged by size or color. I categorize everything I own. Literary fiction and pulp fiction, dress tops and tee shirts, pens and highlighters… Instead of tall v. short, blue v. orange, I file through possibilities to find the right pattern to fit series or topics together.
I’ve tried to apply aesthetics to my hunt. Not makeup and slick high heels but attitude. Maybe a better word would be face. I’m working on my face for the work world. Continue reading
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