I suppose there are two sides to every problem and or situation, depending on how you view it. My work computer, for the second time in two weeks, has a virus and so keeps giving me obscene pop-up messages. I swear I haven't been frequenting any of these sites to initiate it! :-) The last time I called ITS it took them 13 days to come fix the problem, which essentially took 4 and 1/2 minutes of their "labor"(not that I was timing it or anything). And actually, they didn't come under their own volition, or even because of work obligation. The situation was just becoming completely absurd according to Dr. Lomperis, so she called again on my computer's behalf. Speaking in a tone known as the "angry but rational mother voice" which I'm sure we all know well, they came within the hour. I'm learning so much more working from her than how to do literature reviews; apparently this is what it takes to get things done. So anyways, I tried to emulate as best I could earlier today, but failed miserably. I couldn't get myself to be that stern or even slightly intimidating to a person, whom I imagine by the sound of his voice, was just a stodgy but genial middle-aged man, stuck in a job he didn't foresee himself in twenty years ago. I should expect my computer to be fixed sometime in the next quarter century, I imagine, if this is how the course of action proceeds. That's alright, I've snagged myself a computer here in the student lab because it's somewhere in the middle of the lunch hour, and it's so silent that I could foresee tumbleweeds and herds of horses rolling by amidst the emptiness. That's about all the imagery I could scrounge up of dry desert scenes from old westerns, seeing as I've never really watched an entire one.... Hmmm, I was sure there was something else that had been forming a gooey plaque in my thoughts today that only writing about would alleviate, but time constraints and responsibilities do not allow for idle meandering (ie, synonym for writing).
~~It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance. It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance. It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give. And the soul, afraid of dying, that never learns to live. ~~
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