Office Decorations

The last two years of college, I worked for the secetary of the University's Department of Psychology. I had a desk and a computer. Pencils, staplers, a scanner. You know, the usual stuff. There was a filing cabinet directly across from my desk, with this poster taped to it:



The poster was somewhat fitting in that office, seeing at how it was the Department of Psychology and all. And if you're a Psych student or professor, you clearly should know the signs of depression. Or even if you're not, I'm sure it's just a good thing to know. Weirdly enough, looking at it makes me nostalgic. It wasn't the most exciting job, but it was very non-stressful and I really liked working with kooky professors every day. I wish I could steal the poster to put it up on the wall of my office now. Since I dislike my current job so much, maybe I would just put it up there so I could keep tabs on myself, lest I develop the tell-tale signs of depression that these cartoon poster people have! Or perhaps I could just pretend I was back at the Psych Deptartment, alphabetizing scantron sheets and making copies of scholarly articles about weird behavioral experiments. Or maybe just pretend I was back in college again.

Realizing Life Is Both Ironic and Cruel

When I was a little girl (and by that, I mean somewhere between 13-16 years old, so not actually that little), I wanted to be any one of these women:

Debbie Harry (Blondie)

Kate Pierson (The B-52s)

Patti Smith

Stevie Nicks

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As time passes, I realize with a certain, suffocating dread, that I will probably end up like this woman:


....sigh.

Things That Happened At Work Today

Today is my birthday today. The only two people at the office who knew about it were out, and I decided not to tell anyone else because it just seemed awkward. But my birthday this year, much of it spent at the office, was full of many exciting events.

-Made white ambrosia tea (delicious!) from the Tea Forte stuff that Kristen gave me last week.
-Went to the bathroom only to discover not just a run, but a HUGE RIP in my pantyhose. I decided to ignore it for a bit, since my skirt covered most of it.
-Went to the bathroom again to discover HUGE rip on the other leg of my pantyhose. Again skirt covered most of it, so ignored.
-Sat down at desk, notice many more runs in hose, now extending well beyond skirt hem. Decide it is time to just ditch the pantyhose, as they are now embarassingly all ripped up.
-In the process of sitting on toilet, taking off pantyhose, I refuse to pay attention to the placement of my skirt. As a result, a good portion of the back of my skirt is now soaked in toilet water.
-I am now pantyhose-less and wearing a damp skirt. Damp with TOILET water. I don't have anything else I can change into. Happy Birthday to me!