A bit long, but it gets good

So yesterday wasn't really anything special. Since there was no class I slept in, then worked with Hubby to clean and pack (we're moving in about a week or so), and went to work. The real highlight was that apparently the ASM's (assistant store manager) boss told him to give me this job in back that involved shrink wrapping everything and organizing it....something that they apparently "would never get done" and therefore should just give to me, the new girl.

First off, I have to say I was in a mini Heaven. I have a version of OCD called OCPD. When I have the time I'll explain it later as it's one of the "four" I mentioned in my first post. You're welcome to read about it here (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive–compulsive_personality_disorder). All you really need to know is that it involves organization to perfection and causes the person to become unglued if something isn't right. Hubby is very patient with me and always works with me on it, especially when I have little "freak outs" if something is changed/moved. I've gotten much better over the years, to where it's just my things I care about and I don't care so much about shared things or other people's things/business. But this doesn't mean I don't find pure bliss in organizing it anyways, if asked.

So when my boss said "shrink wrap these games and alphabetize them on the shelf here" I think I could have pee'd myself from the shear happiness inside. I ended up getting a great system going and had everything, the whole wall, done in a matter of 3hrs. My boss came in about half-way through and seemed shocked. "Whoa! You're really fast!" I actually thought I was going average speed, and I couldn't really figure out what was so hard about this job that they couldn't get it done. When I was just finishing up I overheard him on the phone with another employee. "Yeah man, she's fast. She got the whole wall done already. We might have to fire you and hire her on full-time!" He was just joking with this person, but still it felt really, really, really good to hear the assistant store manager brag about my productivity to another employee...and it's only been my second day on the job. :D

Other than that though, my day was boring. I went to bed with a minor sore throat and woke up with one a little more so. I think I've got what Hubby had a few days ago. I'm attempting everything in my power to keep from getting it. Every time he gets sick I get it even worse, and I can't afford sickness right now.

Tomorrow should be more interesting, as I meet with my Psych group to discuss our presentation. This was all decided last Wednesday, in class. Kind of up in in air right now as to whether or not I have slackers or actual workers. I hate it when you're in a group project and someone doesn't pull their weight. Then at the end you decide not to put their name on the project, cause the teacher said you didn't have to, but you have to still explain to that person why you aren't...or put their name on it and risk a lower grade; or even worse, getting a good grade and they benefit from your hard work. It's just a big f'ing mess.

But, I didn't post last week that my brain did redeem itself on the second day of Psych (last Wed) and really helped put me back on the track of my "#1 super awesome smart student" goal. All that studying that fried my brain really paid off, as I had the whole chapter read and perfect little notes for it as well. So when my professor reviewed the chapter in class I was able to contribute, ask questions, and jot down basic notes of things she mentioned that I missed. It was definitely nice, and I can't believe I never did this before. The real icing on the cake though came at the end. Apparently the student in front of me had been looking back and noticing my note taking and attentiveness to everything the professor was reviewing. When class finished she asked me if I could explain Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs to her (look it up by the way, it's awesome).

This experience has never happened to me, before. I felt more joy from it than when I was organizing the back room at my job.....which is difficult to put into words so I drew a picture, which still doesn't really give the feeling much justice, but it's better than nothing. :)

As you can see she actually took notes as I explained it to her! *giddy* This told me that my explanation was better than the professor's as she seemed to understand more as she wrote down the stuff I told her. She even asked to look at my personal notes, from what I wrote down while reading the chapter earlier. I think I'm going to come to class with a copy of my notes, from now on. Then I can be all like, "well I have a copy of my notes if you would like to have them (because I'm so awesome like that)" I would think that awesome part, obviously.

Afterward she thanked me and I of course was very modest and said it was no big deal, because my momma and daddy taught me that it was rude to brag about yourself in public like that. :) But I definitely walked away thinking "Oh yeah, I know exactly who she's sitting next to come next class time!" XD

Plan on posting tomorrow...

It's not that today was a holiday and I had no school, thus nothing to report, it's just that I worked and I'm tired. Lol. I will post what I planned on posting today, tomorrow. :)

I hate being lost

So today was one of "those" days. You know the kind. From the moment you wake you know it just is, even though you may not know why.

It started with getting ready for Statistics class. My husband...who we're just gonna call Hubby now because I'm too lazy to keep typing out "my husband", was in an irritable mood. For some reason he didn't want to hear me tell him that food is important and needs to be eaten throughout your day. See, he has low blood sugar, and when he doesn't eat he becomes Mr Crabby McCrab. At least, that's what I call him when he is....probably doesn't help. :P  Anyways, I was trying to determine what his plans were for lunch, because I knew he'd be working all day.

Now, any normal person would either remember to eat or simply do so when they are hungry. Oh no, not Hubby. Even if he gets hungry, if he's busy he keeps working and assumes he'll eat later...which doesn't happen for many hours. In the meantime he gets crabbier at the world and takes it out on me. So I've realized that to combat this I need to constantly be making sure he's either ate or plans to eat, and when. Unfortunately, if he's already in a bad mood he doesn't like me pestering him about if he'll eat.

...I wish I could be one of those wives who pesters her husband about picking up their dirty socks...or something normal like that. But no, I have to pester mine about if he'll actually remember to eat, at all, during the day.

Class wasn't really all that bad, but my bad mood probably made it much worse than it really was. I'm pretty sure my teacher is hyper-active. I know he's ADD but I can swear at times he gets these hyperactive tendencies.

When I left class I said my goodbyes to Noel, who was staying for work. I began my drive home to relax and hopefully make a blog post. It seemed however that someone decided that it would be a brilliant idea to start construction on the only on-ramp  I knew about. I kept my cool though. I figured I could just take the other highway that went west.

This was the only smart choice I made today.

Basically it took me to where I thought I could go. I got off the highway and turned left. I didn't really know why I turned left, my gut seemed to tell me I should. And since my mind isn't very good with directions I trusted my gut. It was right, and I felt slightly better. I felt even more better when the store I went into was having a cookout, to celebrate their grand opening. I ended up getting a burger and hotdog, which fixed my insane hunger. I know it's a sneaky tactic to get customers, but hey, I don't see Best Buy feeding my poor student butt. :P

I left and got home feeling alright. I had trouble with my computer and getting the scanner to work though. So when I left to get Hubby I felt a bit crappy again. This probably was my downfall, as bad moods make for bad decisions.

I was almost to my exit, listening and singing to a great song on the radio to lift my mood. The traffic was good and I had no troubles taking my exit even....wait was I supposed to turn there? It's ok, no biggie, I'll go straight. Oh wait, that takes me back on the highway....  Ok, ok no problem I'll just get off on the next exit and double back. Just takes a little longer, that's all. Ok, I think this is the right way...yes I think it is, there's a highway ahead. See, no big...wait, I don't recognize that exit...or that one. O..k... I'll just get off on this exit here. Wait a min...isn't this the north side??

I have to interject and mention that pretty much everyone has told me to stay away from the north side of the city. Hubby wouldn't even go to a pet store on that side of town, with me. Everyone has said you'd never want to live there, and anyone who has usually said that muggings, or car accidents, or gunshots were a regular thing. And now I was lost here. Did I mention I'm geographically challenged. This is why I have a GPS with me, named Sutoo btw, because I can't do shit without it.

Of course I didn't have it with me and a began to panic. Ok ok, stay relatively calm. Just don't...stop. Keep driving so you're a moving target and no attackers can get to you. Grab the wasp spray...good. Keep it nearby in case someone does attack. Ok...call Hubby, yes. Oh, Hubby is unable to get to a computer and keeps reassuring me that everything is ok, even though he's told me many times he'd never take me here. Ok ok...keep driving. Oh crap, no no no no don't start crying, someone will see you and take advantage of it.

I use to be a terrible nail biter for 23yrs. It was in times like this that I would bite them all down. Since I don't do that anymore I tend to release my stress in other ways. Like crying. Which I did for a few minutes before I composed myself and called my father-in-law. He was able to tell me to go "south" which I figured I was.

I wasn't. I was going the opposite of south. I went far, far, far north. I finally called my father-in-law again. We determined where I was for real this time and I was back again on the right track.

So this was my day. Woke up in a crappy mood, got almost lost on the way back from school, didn't find the item I wanted but got burgers, was unable to install anything on my computer, and then took 2hrs to get back downtown...a trip that takes 10min.

All in all, I guess it was an interesting day. :)

Fried brain = inability to do anything

I was planning on posting aagin adfter class, but I ha to dfninish studying and right now my brainn is so fried from studying 2 full days in a row that I'm going tot platy and kill some things in world of warcraft for a few hours, wich is a totally brainless activity and doens't requirre things like spelling....something I don't giva shit about correcting ight now. Be back to pst after the break.


AFTER BREAK UPDATE:

To be honest I actually had no idea my brain was so out of it. In fact, being unable to type or comprehend pretty much everything has never happened to me before, mainly because I've never made myself study that hard and intensely before. Again, being a procrastinator meant I was a crammer for pretty much all my school work. I do work very well under stress, but go for too long that way and my body's needs catch up with me. So now that my new goal of being super #1 student involve all this studying and new types of study habits I've never attempted, my brain was pretty much mind fucked.
I actually felt nauseous after I finally finished the chapter, but I believed that my ability to spell and type well would override all this. I forget the brain controls the fingers apparently. I did try. I swear I did. I managed to correct the errors I originally made in the title, but when I still could not convey to the fingers what I wanted them to press and in what order I pretty much gave up. Hopefully my body will get used to this new lifestyle soon.

Oh, I did attempt drawing something while playing my game....but my brain started to hurt again. So I apologize for the below sketch. I'm unsure if my right arm there is a syringe or a needle to fix my clearly over-sized pants....

The top sketch on that paper is actually one of my cats, Sachi, who seems to have this odd habit of sitting on the backs of any chair while someone either is in them or not. For future reference I have 2 cats. Sachi is my tiny, fluffy female. She a pro at looking painfully cute for her own devious purposes. Sonic is my "large", bumpy (the act of bumping onto everything in hopes for love and attention) boy. He's pretty much a pro at being really, really fucking loud until you can't take it anymore and give in to whatever the fuck he's begging for....food, attention, outdoors, attention, having the closed doors in the house open, attention, etc.

Speaking of cats....  I've also found that I am a kinesthetic/visual learner. So I learn really well with hands-on, seeing things like pictures, and doing something while I study. Since I don't want to walk around the house while reading, mainly because I'm sure my husband would walk in and give me strange looks on top of the ones I already get, I decided having a cat in my lap was a better choice. That way I could be actively petting it (sort of moving) while reading and taking notes on the material.

Now, I've allowed my cats into the office before, when doing something important, and every single time I fall for their cute fuzzy faces just long enough for them to take over the work area. I know my cats don't really want to be in my lap. Being in the lap translates to "Oh awesome, thanks for putting me closer to the desktop where you already have these great sheets of paper and books laid out for me to sprawl on." When my cat comes into the bedroom at night it's not to cuddle with me it's, "Sweet, you're body has provided just the springboard I need to access the windowsill." Rushing to greet me when I enter the house is not a display of missed affection it's, "Quickly! Before they shut the door and we can't dash out into the yard and eat grass like cows until we throw up!"

There are many more things that I've begun to learn mean something completely different with them. Coming in to the office to look cute on the floor is really a diversion to wait until I move and they can take the warmed chair. I've sketched them below because at the time I couldn't do anything else, and I was too much of a pansy to move them since they both looked so damn happy. Looking happy and cute I think is another sneaky way to fool you into feeling guilty if you plan on moving them. -_-

This post is getting long so I'll save my story from class today for a later date. I'm a bit worn out and have Statistics homework tomorrow, so an easy, brainless post on my cats and how cute and annoying they can be at the same time sounds pretty good. :)

PS.
Lol. I just went back to spell-check my post and automatically went to the top of the page and almost fixed all the errors from my earlier fail post. I stopped after thinking "Wait a minute, I typed this shit? I'm not that bad at spelling errors, what was I thinking??"