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today the glitterbomber is... |
2003-04-09 i�ve been quite busy lately, and that it a Good Thing. i like to keep busy; i like to feel as if i�m doing something with my life, even though i sometimes seriously wonder what exactly that is. i think i�ve been going through another one of my stages where i am tired of just about everything in my life, and i want to change it. i want new clothes, new books, new music. i want to redecorate my apartment in shades of pink, orange, and red. i want to travel and see new places and eat new food. except: these things cost money, and i am woefully short on that right now. so instead, i will try to inject some change in my life where i can. i can clean and rearrange. i can think up new things to do at work, and i can try to get involved in different projects. i am also going to try to get back to doing the things that interest and stimulate me, like writing and being crafty. i always seem to make plans like this that never come about because the rest of life gets in the way, but i hope i can at least accomplish a bit. it is public health week, so i am obligated to tell you all to be good to your bodies. eating right and getting exercise are the best things that you can do for your health. if you take care of yourself now, you�ll be much better off when you�re older. it is also national work zone awareness week. i found that out from a sign on the highway. i am well aware of highway work zones, believe me. i am aware that they inconvenience me. yesterday, i had a home interview at one of the worst homes i�ve been to. the place was a mess. toys and junk were strewn everywhere. on the arm of the couch was a piece of a half-eaten peanut butter sandwich and a computer keyboard. (the computer was in another room.) the only furniture in the living room was a couch and a tv on a stand. there were no pictures or anything that can remotely be called d�cor. just mess. usually, i try to say something nice about every house i visit, even if i have to stretch it a bit by complimenting the curtains or something, but i couldn�t find anything about this house. the chain-smoking mom had severe anxiety and depression, and i wasn�t surprised. her son was giving me anxiety, and i was only there for three hours. he had ADHD and was unmedicated. he was bouncing off the walls�throwing toys and popcorn, wiping peanut butter on the vacuum cleaner, constantly demanding his mother�s attention. at one point, he put the fast and the furious in the VCR and left after watching for fifteen minutes. it was one of the worst movies ever; i was so glad when it was shut off. when i got to the house, he was in his underwear. an eleven-year-old boy should not be walking around in dirty tightie-whities with a hole in the butt. (i pray i don�t get googled for anything in that sentence.) his mother tried getting him to put some clothes on, but he complained of being hot. finally, i said, "i would like to see you with some clothes on." so he went upstairs to put on a pair of shorts that were way too small. his mother made him put on something a little more appropriate. my afternoon was a trial. i couldn�t wait to get out of there. this morning was more interviews with the mentally ill about their eating and exercise habits. it was okay today. i was going through a health questionnaire with a woman, and every time i asked her if she had a particular health condition, she�d answer, "no, �cause i don�t have it." over and over. i�ve never been a person with much patience, and i don�t know where my patience comes from when i am at work. i don�t know how i can be so calm and even sometimes. i guess i have a secret reserve of patience somewhere. i wish i could use it more often, like when i am stuck in rush hour traffic. oh, and that woman told me that her diabetes was cured by a preacher on tv. "he told me to put my hands on the tv, and i would be healed," she said, "and i was." *** quotes of the day: "i don�t want to look like an anorexic crackhead." �interview subject, on why she doesn�t want to lose too much weight "two broken engagements in less than a year�that�s not right." �cubicle pig |
