Patricia Danielle

thanks for letting me borrow your car when i got back from japan.

without you and your family during that time i would have been really sad and really screwed.

im on a teleconference.

AGAIN.

and its a bunch of bickering and silly/petty stupid comments. AGAIN people, this is JUST A JOB! we are not creating new lifeform or hybrating a new vegetable. we juat aren’t.

im all for my job.

and im all for dedication to my job.

and im all for going above and beyond and being committed to my job.

but people, please. we are not curing cancer here. i understand that impacting people’s lives with higher education is a very noble thing. and i understand the importance of it in the grand scheme of life and when looking at lives on a individual basis. i get all of that. however, taking things personally and in a WAY TOO SERIOUS manner is really unnecessary. this is just a JOB. we are not curing cancer, sending people into outer-space, or granting wishes for the ‘make a wish foundation’.

i just got out of a meeting where i wasted 55 minutes of life that i will never get back. never-ever. i found myself doodling ‘i dont care. i dont care. i dont care.’ on scratch paper for the last 5 minutes. you know why? because i dont. if it were up to me, we would do Mgr meetings through text messaging or emails or chat messaging. why wait until a weekly meeting to address an issue? just address it as it comes up, and only include those individuals who are involved. leave the rest of us to listening to sports talk radio and writing in blogs. you know, the really important things.

i recently went to a meeting for work where a speaker was brought in to discuss powerful approaches to coaching employees. it was probably one of the top 10 meetings ive ever been a part of. it was actually useful because it was a meeting with the purpose of investing in me. thats the only kind of meeting i want to be a part of anymore.

because of my participation, the speaker gave me a copy of her book titled “confessions of an adrenaline addict.” im not sure there is a book that could better describe my lifestyle. during the meeting, she kept throwing out ideas and quotes from different books, asking if anyone had read them. i personally had read a few but wrote down the titles of the others. im always up for reading books that move/question/push/encourage/expect/develop me.

the meeting was the reason for my 15 book purchase the next day from both amazon and thrift books. it started with monday morning leadership, then, when finished, ‘the five love languages’, next i started the four agreements. last night, i finished the four agreements. somehow, in buying many of the books she referenced throughout the meeting, i also found a few interests of my own….’the wealth of nations’…’communist manefesto’….’emily ever after.’

after reading 2 non-fiction books, im currently on the only fiction book i purchased, which is the last listed, and was a recommend from my cousin who sees myself and the main character as interchangeable beings. so far, im fully entertained. though, all the while, im looking forward to starting her ‘confessions of an adrenaline addict book.

who am i trying to kid? im actually looking forward to FINISHING the ‘confessions of an adrenaline addict’ book. i guess thats the ‘adrenaline addict’ outlook on reading.

marin and i went to see ‘talk to her’ a few years ago in pasadena. in 2003, the movie ended up winning an oscar for best original screenplay and a golden globe for best foreign language film. it was a twister of a movie. weird concepts and completely done in spanish. there were odd sexual scenes and different types of character development than i had ever seen. it twisted my brain to fully follow and understand it. when it was over, i appreciated the fact that i had seen something different than the norm and felt a little more ‘cultured.’ i also appreciated the spanish twist to it all, having once been a resident of spain during the semester i studied abroad in college.

i had that same sense of familiararity when marin and i saw ‘the namesake’ on friday. i laughed and i cried and i remembered and i thought. i loved it. i loved listening to people discuss the movie on the way out of  the theater and even in line for the bathroom afterwards.

there was….’this is the 3rd time ive seen it. it gets better each and every time.’

or….’there is so much to take from that movie. i just adore it.’

and then….’everyone should see that movie. it speaks volumes about life.’

i would agree with each and every statement. of course, ive only seen it once, though i do have plans with my mom to see it again on thursday. traveling will be involved as it hasn’t been widely released yet. can’t wait to pick on more the next time i see it.

my real BREAKS throughout the day are the numerous times i have to go pee. because i drink about 2 gallons of liquid a day, i pee a lot.

i actually just got back from going pee. and im pretty much a super fast pee-er. but sometimes, i take extra time just sitting there….or standing at the sink. i just sit/stand there while i breathe and hope no one comes in…..so i can just take a break. a bathroom break.

sometimes it seems like its the most relaxing place to be.

ever since my decision to stop eating candy and marshmallows on january 19 until my birthday in may, (which i must say couldnt have been done at a WORSE time during the year since it includes both valentine’s day and easter) i have replaced candy with cookies. usually reduced fat or fat free kinds, but lately, since for lent (nope, im not catholic) i gave up chocolate, i have had to find other cookie alternatives.

right now im stuck on those PTA meeting cookies. i think that’s their official name ‘PTA cookies’. those vanilla or lemon sanwich cookies. yeah. those ones. the ones that are about 99 cents for 400 of them in a pack. the ones with the gross cream stuff in the middle. the cream in the middle that makes me want to puke. the cream that ruins one side of the sandwich cookie every single time. that creamed side of the cookie ends up in the trash…..the cream and the infected cookie side both.

im perfectly satisfied eating the one clean side of the cookie sandwich or eating the edges of the cookie part without touching the cream middle….kind of like playing OPERATION…..only, the exact opposite, really.

today was one of those days where i would honestly have ‘there just wasn’t enough minutes in the day.’

because there really wasn’t.

from the old blog:

***my favorites from: hes just not that into you.