catywompus
I just wish to express that my Outlook list of tasks has grown far too long. I thought the point of having Outlook task lists was so that you could spill out all of the tasks you have floating about in your head onto the screen, and then you could stop thinking about them constantly. I still think about every single one of them, and they give rise to more tasks, and I'm giving up now.
I hereby declare that I am from now on only completing five (5) phone calls/
tasks per day. Any sixth item* will have to be pushed to the next day.
*The sole exceptions to this rule include the following: situations involving blood, gangrene, the supernatural, and my mom.
crazy liberal grandmas
In my job I get to listen to recorded conversations that subjects have with their interviewers. You'd think that these 30-minute conversations would tend to be pretty similar from subject to subject, "where are you from" and "how many siblings do you have" and "do you like dogs" sort of conversations. I have no idea where they got the subjects that they got, because it's like hiding in the confessional booth where neither the priest nor the confessant is aware of your presence, and you can hear every sordid detail of their lives. These people tell you about everything they ever did, everyone they dated, all about why they think homosexuality is a sin...(!?!?!)
My favorite speaker though, is one that has a rather old-sounding voice, and has some kind of Midwestern accent that marks her as older (she has voiceless w in "what" and "which", etc). Because she sounds older, and because she spends one entire file complaining about how kids these days are exposed to way too much violence on TV and in movies, and "when I was a child, we didn't have a TV", I pictured her as this kind of inoffensive, old church lady whose biggest excitement in life was to switch brands of crackers. Then I listened to another one of her files that I hadn't listened to before, and the conversation had become more political...and then she's talking about how an ideal world would include true communism, how she lived in a kind of commune, how she thinks eating meat is wrong...I have no idea where the hell this lady is coming from. All I can say is that the 60s must have been very strange.
The world continually amazes me, every day. There are just so many people, so many lives, so many thoughts, so much energy. It amazes me that I will only become acquainted with a tiny fraction of the people that walk this earth with me. That there are lives that I will eventually touch that are waiting to be affected, and so many more that I will never know.w It amazes me that in some way, we are all connected in an intricate web. I wonder how many pictures people have taken of themselves where I appear in the background; I am just as much the nameless, random face in the crowd as the same passers-by in my pictures. It amazes me how insignificant I am.
some doubts about Cal admission standards
While in the women's restroom, I overheard the following exchange between two girls that I believed to be visiting Cal for their Calso:
"I love how the soap in this bathroom is, like, foam."
"I know, I love foam."
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a quote that keeps me going through the day:
"Did you have anything in common with your character in the film?"
"Soy un robot carnĂvoro psicopático."
