People have often asked how I do it. How I manage to post regularly, despite all the things going on in my life. The answer is easy. I get up early to do it. Each morning, I pad around in my bare feet and night gown making coffee. A morning without coffee would be, well, it would still be a morning, but infinitely worse. So I start my day with two cups of cappuccino from my own machine, and I bring my frothy cup into the living room, and I sit down at the computer. I take a few moments to click through the blogs, and then I quickly type up my post. It's part of my morning ritual. If I have to work or if things are especially hectic, I might not take the time to do it, but mostly I do take the time. As the coffee courses through my veins making me feel human, well, connecting with all of you, that makes me feel human too.
Speaking of humans, we're a strange lot, aren't we? We got broken up into groups to do a report. Before we began, the instructor made us pick a speaker. The research was done there in class, and the reports given at the end of the period. I was chosen to be the speaker. There were some problems with the printer, and we got one copy of the article we were working from. There is one girl from the group who is very explosive. Basically, you get one chance with her, and once she is angry, well, she stays angry, and runs her mouth. Time was running short, and I said, "Listen, I need to read that through that article if I'm going to speak on it," and she got mad, immediately, throwing the papers at me in disgust. It's weird. I work with her aunt. She's still quite angry at me because a customer requested a pot of flavored coffee on Saturday. We don't normally make the flavored coffees on weekends, but my understanding was that if a customer requests it, we make it. So I made it. The coworker got quite provoked. I explained to her why I made it. She refused to accept that. It happened again, a couple weeks later, and again, she took exception to the fact that I made the pot of coffee for the customer. What business is it of hers? She had no extra work to do, but she refused to let it drop, and stayed angry about it all shift. It turned out that I was right. We got our instructions: Just make the coffee. But each and every time I do, this woman silently seethes and takes long smoke breaks outside, leaving me to run the register inside, alone, no matter how busy it gets.
These women are never wrong, even if they are. They are sharp and prickly and angry people. I knew their father, their grandfather...one of the most jolly people you'd ever want to meet. Nice. Friendly. Involved with his customers. How do people get this way?
Well, my coffee's done, and I've got another test today. I'm tired. I'm really just finding it hard to keep plugging along. I don't want to think anymore, and I'm heartily tired of this class. I have an eight page paper to write, and I tried to do it last night. I couldn't. I studied for my test and went to bed early. Problem was, I lay there trying to write the report in my head, and didn't fall asleep until just before Tim got home. I look at the calendar. Seven more days and my torment will end. Just seven more days....