verbal directions

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I’m generally not so good with processing verbal directions on the first try. And understandably, people find it frustrating to have to repeat the same instructions more than once. So when I tried to explain this to my boss this morning, however, he said that when he’s at my desk I should write down what he’s saying but that goes back to the core problem—-I stink at verbal directions. Even in school, when I would take notes, most of the time they would be useless and I would rely mostly on written materials and textbooks. I took an Intro to Political Science class during my first full semester of junior college and I ended up with a C in that class because it was almost entirely lecture based. We had a textbook (I’m not sure why since he didn’t teach the info in it) but since all his tests and all his assignments were based on lectures, I did a shitty job. Anyway, I get what my boss is saying but I don’t know how to convey that if he doesn’t want to end up repeating himself, he needs to write it down. I can process verbal directions, but it may take me a few more times of hearing them before it makes sense in my brain. The majority of the time I truly am doing my best to pay attention to what he’s saying (of course there are moments when I am tuning out, but I think that happens to everyone).

next week…

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next week the world campus summer semester starts and littlekidbot turns 7! changes are on the horizon…

when i moved out to PA, it was meant to be temporary, i certainly didn’t plan to be here 5 years later…and when we moved into this miserable apartment in 2012, we didn’t plan on being here until 2015…yet here we are…at least i know that we will be moving to a nicer apartment in the next county over soon if all goes well…

re my previous post about the copy machine: i did buy a laser all in one printer and the copy machine has been replaced, however everyone has been having trouble with the new machine. i have not used it at all because i don’t want to break it. i am avoiding using it at all costs. as frustrated with my job as i can get sometimes, i need this job and i’d like to make it past 6/18/15 because this will be the first real job (i don’t count my community college student part time job) that i’ve stayed at for over 3 years.

the past few days at work i’ve been going on linkedin and trying to make as many “connections” as possible, in hopes that maybe the network i build will eventually help me get back home to the sfbayarea….it was weird finding people that i haven’t seen in like 17 years that may not even remember me…

i can’t believe i’m 33 years old…sometimes  i feel like i stopped growing up emotionally 20 years ago…ugh if i continue at a snail’s pace by taking one class per semester, i won’t get my bachelor’s degree until 2020…other people my age or younger have incredible careers…and i’m still a clerical janitor aka a secretary (even though technically i’m a paralegal/legal assistant)…

anyway, i’m sickening myself because i feel guilty for complaining about all this stuff because i know i am lucky to have a job, have a wonderful husband and an amazing son…i’m lucky to have a place to live and food to eat…i am awash with “first world problems” guilt…

The Copy Machine from Hell

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So, apparently I broke a component of the copier at work, and while it’s mostly my fault, I can’t help but be a little peeved at my boss. His chronic impatience and incessant micromanaging gets to me sometimes, but especially when he has these unrealistic expectations…add the fact that the ADF frequently jams which means I have to dig paper out of this assembly doohicky and i get so fucking pissed and now i may have to pay a ridiculous amount of money for the replacement part since my boss was chastising me for my mishandling of the office machinery.I’m seriously considering buying a laser all-in-one printer w/ an ADF that can scan 35+ pages at a time. It may be expensive but it would be worth it  eliminating any reason i could have for touching the cursed copier of doom

So, it’s past 8pm which is littlebotkid’s bedtime…

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So the texts above were from the first week of July…Basically, I asked my ex-husbot if I could take the littlebot to meet some family members that have NEVER met him…But of course, exhusbot was a total dick, stating that the time was too late and that it was past his bed time and selfishly saying “this is my time..” wah wah…….ok, but everytime he’s running late for a skype call, and wants to talk to the littlebot past his bedtime, I don’t say a fucking thing…fucking hypocritical shit

idiomatic revisionism

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In posts on my other blog, I’ve written that I feel like “I’ve been living under a rock” because I missed quite a few pop culture phenomena prior to 2010…And I realized, in my mind, that phrase has involuntarily undergone a bit of idiomatic revisionism… The phrase has become a bit of a perverse metaphor for the fact that I feel that I missed out on a lot of things (not just pop culture, things like interesting life experiences, opportunities for personal growth etc.) because I was far too focused on my tedious ex-husbot…he was a mundane, frequently unwashed rock that isolated me from the rest of the world… the decade we spent together was not too dissimilar from receiving a pet rock as a gift and keeping it because it was there and your room was less empty when it was around…That sounds terrible, I know…but we were good friends, in fact better friends than we were a romantic couple…and I miss his friendship, and the person he was…but ever since he met his current wife, he became (at least in my presence) a humorless, moss-covered rock who himself seems like he is living under a crazy, manipulative rock who basically has squeezed out most of the cool things about him, leaving him expressionless and sounding much more hollow than before…