Stress

Today was a long and shitty day. I had a project at work which required me to relinquish control to others (whom, I might add were more qualified than I). I like to be in charge. I like to do entire group projects all on my own. I'll give other group members inconsequential tasks which contribute toward the overall success, but I like to handle all the big stuff. This way I know that it is done right. I'm working on it. I gave the control over today, but I have to say that it was psychologically exhausting. I need a nap. Then my roommate called to let me know that my dog had an accident, so I got to think about that for the last three hours I was at work. On the bright side it was a solid accident, rather than a liquid accident. So much easier to clean up. My list of dog accident preference, in order, is poo, vomit, pee. That was my bright spot today: easy accident clean up. Oh the joy of small happinesses.

New Roommate!

Here's the thing (My new roommate will think that line is hilarious). I am far too much in other people's business. Not in a evil, gossipy way, rather a I-really-think-I could-help way. Regardless, it is never a good idea. Last week I had a chat with my brother about some concerns I have about where his life is going, why he is only interested in shit-bag girls and that he should be more self-reflective. Somehow he flipped it on me and I had a major crisis that I was just projecting all my concerns for myself onto him. I have since realized that is not true. My concerns for him are realistic as he is pushing forty and still acts like he's sixteen. I, on the otherhand, am just reaching my late twenties (is 27 late or mid?: no old jokes D&L.) I feel that my life is in a good place for my late twenties. Also I am not purposefully mean to boys. Well, okay I am purposefully mean to obnoxious drunk boys who bugger me relentlessly at the bar, but that is it. The point is that I should let my brother be, because no amount of drunken conversations will push him along toward maturity. Truly, I have advice for just about every topic. I try to keep it to myself most of the time. You know, unless someone asks for advice.
On a happier note, I have a new roommate. I was a little apprehensive about getting a new roommate, but I really could stand to save some money. She is the best roommate ever. We have so much in common. We both like to watch Law and Order and Monk. She's cool to hang out with. Good to talk to. And she doesn't lock herself in her room for extended periods of time like my old roommate. (Sometimes the only way I knew if my old roommate was home was if I saw her car parked outside. Yeah! for great roommates.

Written and verbal irritations

Do you ever notice verbal or written habits of your own that you detest? In writing I use the word so entirely too much. It doesn't add anything to the statement.

'So then I bought the shoes that were out of my price range.'
'Then I bought the shoes that were out of my price range.'

See! The so is completely unnecessary. Also when I speak, I say ummm too much. I learned this when I took public speaking in college and the professor would make us take our performance and then watch it and critique ourselves. It was painful. I would sit, screaming at the t.v. "STOP! Don't say it again!" Inevitably I would. Approximately once every two sentences. More if I was especially nervous. There must be some sort of pavlovian treatment for that. So I vow now, before all of my blog readers (that's you d & l) that I will try hard to not say ummm or write so and if I do so in your presence you may do something painful to me. But nothing that will leave permanent scaring.

Note: in performing spell check on this entry I learned that the blog's spell checker does not recognize the word blog as correct. Interesting.

Real World

Today rocked. Have you ever had one of those days that is just so fab that you feel bouncy. I started a new job this week. I started off terrified because six years in school does not predict career success. I was nervous I would screw up royaly and end up balled up under my desk in shame. I made a few minor mistakes over the course of the week, but by today I felt comfortable and even got some compliments. Several people commented on the improvements I made in my office (thanks for noticing;), my success in today's project (yeah! I'm not screwing up) and I have been getting to know my coworkers better. On Monday I was so petrified that I almost convinced myself that I had made the wrong career choice. Now I feel 95% sure that this is the perfect field for me. The real world is good this week.