I’m in several moods today. For the sake of this post, let’s pick the random, free-floating irritation mood since that is the one that will produce comedy gold if there is any comedy gold to be had.
I’m not making any promises.
1. I remember back in the 70s reading an article in Tiger Beat magazine in which Marie Osmond told the magazine that she keeps her fingernails looking beautiful by never using them. To this day I think of it when I use my nails for things. I can grow exceptionally, obnoxiously, freak-show long fingernails. I do this by ignoring them for the most part. Back when girls like me took typing tests, I could type 90-100 wpm and I typically ended up typing with my fingernails. Because I had to, but I always sort of figured it made them stronger. I did something today with my nails and it once again prompted the memory of me reading the article and thinking clearly of Marie Osmond in shiny lip gloss trying not to pick up straight pins with her nails.
2. Oh, I love to type. People make comments about my typing. Quite a few co-workers have mentioned that they think it is strange that I can turn around to look at them in my office door and continue typing. I thought I was just being rude. They think it is a novelty to be able to type and not look at the keyboard. Thank you, Mr. DeLonge. He threatened to fail us if we looked at the keyboard while typing the upper row of numbers and symbols. It worked.
3. I sort of wish I typed for a living, but two times I have had jobs that had me sitting at a tiny desk attached to someone else’s desk wearing a head set and typing out doctor’s notes. Both jobs were awful. Both jobs were in the mental health field. Here’s hoping I never have to do that again. I am sooo not cut out to hear about other people’s very real problems. People in mental health offices really should get counseling as part of their employment. I mean that. Hats off to anyone who can hear about horrible things and go home at night without tears, a headache, fear or disgust.
4. Do you know what I am good at? Sick cats. I am good at that. It isn’t just my mad skillz for mopping up vomit. One cat went off food a few days ago and we got back to right with pumpkin. Yep. Pumpkin. I know. I amaze myself.
I have sifted through this and I see no comedy, no gold. Oops. HA!