The Not Happy Thread - Continued

I'm not a medical professional, but these seem to be the classic signs of stress. It might be worth consulting your doctor.

 

Well, hurry up and get those book deals inked, so you can get out of there, and we can all have the opportunity to say we knew you way back when.

 

Sounds like you come from smart people, JT. No surprise there.

 

The last four days have been rudely stressful (nutshell: my car died as in dead dead, my mom makes fun of my social anxiety, working from home but my equipment isn't set up correctly, trying to get travel stuff fixed before I leave next week), and I feel like I've reached the point where one small thing, a fart of inconvenience will set me to either hysterical laughter or silent weeping, but probably both. It'll be okay. Just gotta let it all happen and eventually the sun shines through.

 

If the bout of hysterical laughing or silent weeping comes, let it come, experience it and then move past it. Sometimes that's what we have to do to free ourselves from a cloud of stress and anxiety.

Hope you are having a good day today.

 

Been there, done that, had third less acceptable option come to mind.

Not minimizing at all, that state of mind sucks and I hope you get through it okay. Don't be afraid to mix the weeping and the laughter though, especially since you've got good reason to take public transport.

Remember how far you've gotten since we met. I'll never be a homeowner.

 

Two words to describe my not happy: Customer Service.

 

I try really hard not to be an ass to people who work in customer service because I know what it's like to have that frustration thrown at me from disgruntled customers, but the company I'm dealing with for some plane tickets is leaving me full of rage. No one I've spoken to has answered my questions clearly and they keep telling me to wait. Well, cupcakes, I leave in five days, and I'd prefer knowing how I'm getting back before I actually have to return.

 

This morning my shoe fell apart. Then my glasses broke. So now I’m stuck here at work with both my shoe and my glasses each taped together.

 

Its close to Halloween.... You can always say you're in costume... How
much do you look like Harry Potter?

But seriously, the negativity in me is saying its an omen. The powers that be are trying to tell you something.

But THEN the positivity in me is thinking, "well thats out of the way, you'll have a good rest of the day."

 

I’m already walking around barefoot. The tape didn’t hold. I’m also far too tall and too American to ever be mistaken for Harry Potter.

 

As long as you didn't tape them to each other, you're good to go.

 

One of the world's most infamous oxymorons.

 

Someone went through my car. I went out to grab something, and my car was ransacked. My car is normally trashed, but now it’s really messed up. I don’t leave anything of real value in my car, so even if I could tell if anything were missing it likely wouldn’t be a great loss. There’s a couple dollars worth of change on the floor on the driver’s side, so I guessing he only hit the back seat area.(or he just didn’t see the pile) Thankfully he didn’t break any windows. I must have left it unlocked.

 

It's the violation that stings the worst.

 

You know those chapters that are absolutely essential for both character development and plot, but don't have enough of the kind of action you like to be interesting to actually write?

I've reached a point where I have two of those in a row.

 

Ah, it's that delightful time of year when apocalyptic political ads overlap with obnoxiously early Christmas ads...

 

I spent a week in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan without a VPN and now Zuck thinks I live in Grand Rapids (7-8 hours drive from where I was).

I want to punch some Michigan legislators, and I don't even know why.

 

I just realized one of the benefits of not having a landline and keeping my cell phone number as secret as possible: I have not (knock on wood very, very thoroughly) had a single get-out-the-vote phone call. One woman at the writers group today did ask if we'd decided on which school board candidate to vote for (she had a list of suggestions if we needed it) but most of us had voted by mail weeks ago.

 

If I were to take that challenge I'd try to wind up in PR. Our erstwhile admin would probably be willing to hide me for a bit.

 

I do.