Friday, September 08, 2006
I'm not sure what to blog about today. The topics this week have varied from black eyed peas to cat vomit, so my options are endless. Unfortunately, my brain is fuzzy after a rapid revision, an ongoing revision challenge and an upcoming workshop for our RWA chapter that for some reason, I volunteered to coordinate. I've been sitting on my couch watching Murder She Wrote and stuffing colored folders with handouts. Of course, I noticed my copier skipped a few pages that I'll have to run and plug in later. Yay.
My phone keeps ringing as people call to ask me questions about the workshop. I guess the press releases didn't mention how much I dislike talking on the phone. Oh well, it must be done. The ringing just puts my brain on edge every time I hear it like an air raid siren. High Alert! Under the desk I go! And it isn't as though things are going poorly with my plans. Everything is fine. All speakers confirmed, schedule distributed, handouts copied, folders purchased, caterer coordinated, setup faxed to the facility, volunteers coordinated... I guess its just my catastrophizing. Somehow everything will go wrong and it will be my fault. Or nothing will go wrong and I'll make myself crazy waiting for "it" to happen.
What is "it" exactly? Oh, let's see...one of the speakers has a tragedy and cancels at the last second. I missed a handout in the packet. Lost a registration. Put out some sort of communication that slights someone in one fashion or another - leaving off a name, spelling it wrong, you name it. The facility either never gets or ignores my setup instructions. I'm sure there's more that I've forgotten. Probably better that way.
Sigh. I hate the impending sense of doom - I call it the Eeyore Syndrome. A dark cloud following me around when all other indications are for good weather. I can't shake it. Even my horoscope was horrible for this month. Last night or today, a close female friend(s) is supposed to betray me and I'll end our friendship. Later this week, if I live with someone, they're going to move out. But then it told me not to fret cause I'll meet someone new around the 22nd. (Don't tell DB!) UGH! Then I read another horoscope for the weekend and it said I would be re-evaluating my friendships and what I gain from them. He seemed to think it was a good thing, but that just contributes to the impending sense of doom. I don't put money or too much faith on any of this, but I like to be mentally prepared just in case. I'm trying to be really nice to all my female friends this week so they don't have cause to do whatever they're plotting. (Love ya'll!) :)
You ever have the Eeyore Syndrome? Waiting for the shoe to drop? The friend to turn? The project to fall apart? Waiting for everyone you know to wake up and realize you're a yutz? For your spouse to decide your a control freak or fat or whatever? All with no provocation whatsoever? Share your drama with me and let me know how it turned out. Hopefully it was nothing, so if it was, say so, so I'll feel better.
Posted by Andrea Laurence AKA Smarty Pants at 9/08/2006 12:13:00 AM