Drinking.
Sign you should consider some real stress management techniques
You stop joking about taking up drinking to relieve stress and start taking it up.
Sign you definitely need a better stress management techniques
You consider dropping the drinking and turning to Valium, instead.
Repeat to oneself:
This will all be over (sort of) in November. It will all be over in November. Which is only 4 weeks away. Which is nowhere near enough time. But at least it will all be over.
It's not like I actually need sleep anyway, right?
October 03, 2007
October 02, 2007
Where are the monks?!
In the morning, as I lie in bed just waking up, I turn on the tv to listen to/watch the CBC news.
I don't know why. It drives me crazy.
Specifically, Heather Hiscox drives me crazy. Her wooden personality. Her complete lack of chemistry with her colleagues (the overly forced chit-chat sessions). Her attempts at hard-hitting interviews that just come off as trying too hard and overly painful for all involved. Don't even get me started on when she tried to explain, during the Olympics, that the city was called Turin, but Torino was the adjective version (no, Heather, actually Torino is the Italian name of Turin). Her complete mis-use of words (I wish I could remember examples but the brain hardly functions at 6:30 in the morning :p).
It's actually not a calming way to wake up. I can feel my blood pressure rising. Combine that with the awful Grey Power commercials (with that horrid grammar mistake) and it's all I can do to keep from throwing my remote at the television. (Luckily for my TV, I never exhibit that sort of energy that early in the morning).
Today, though... I was up early trying to do some work (or rather, doing work because work was stressing me out so much I couldn't sleep) and I had the TV on in the background. As usual, I was ignoring the usually useless and often painful interview period, this time with someone who (presumably) had expertise to discuss the Burma issue. Plugging away at my spreadsheet, trying to remember second year stats, I suddenly hear a question from Heather which is obviously meant to be the emotional climax of the interview. So intense. So full of concern. So much like a 5 year old asking their mother.
"Where are the monks?!?!?!?!"
Delivered in the way that only Heather can.
While I feel greatly for the monks, the only thing I could do was laugh.
I don't know why. It drives me crazy.
Specifically, Heather Hiscox drives me crazy. Her wooden personality. Her complete lack of chemistry with her colleagues (the overly forced chit-chat sessions). Her attempts at hard-hitting interviews that just come off as trying too hard and overly painful for all involved. Don't even get me started on when she tried to explain, during the Olympics, that the city was called Turin, but Torino was the adjective version (no, Heather, actually Torino is the Italian name of Turin). Her complete mis-use of words (I wish I could remember examples but the brain hardly functions at 6:30 in the morning :p).
It's actually not a calming way to wake up. I can feel my blood pressure rising. Combine that with the awful Grey Power commercials (with that horrid grammar mistake) and it's all I can do to keep from throwing my remote at the television. (Luckily for my TV, I never exhibit that sort of energy that early in the morning).
Today, though... I was up early trying to do some work (or rather, doing work because work was stressing me out so much I couldn't sleep) and I had the TV on in the background. As usual, I was ignoring the usually useless and often painful interview period, this time with someone who (presumably) had expertise to discuss the Burma issue. Plugging away at my spreadsheet, trying to remember second year stats, I suddenly hear a question from Heather which is obviously meant to be the emotional climax of the interview. So intense. So full of concern. So much like a 5 year old asking their mother.
"Where are the monks?!?!?!?!"
Delivered in the way that only Heather can.
While I feel greatly for the monks, the only thing I could do was laugh.
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