It's time we DTR

Today I am going to talk to my boss to discuss this summer. He and I are butting heads about my hours (or soon to be lack there of). I've been putting off talking to him about it. I blame my Koreanness and my distaste of confrontation.
Anyhow, so yeah, I will be speaking with him today. I don't know if it's the weather (gloomy and raining), my lack of sleep, or other factors, but today... well, it just feels off.
If you get the chance, please say a quick prayer.
- annieisoffkilter

True Irony...

... is when the boss who is NOTORIOUSLY LATE and NEVER responds to ANY calls, gets mad at the fact that someone else had him wait for once. Even more ironic is that he who purposefully tries to put people in their place and berates them, complains (whines, really) that the person who had him wait is showing him "disrespect."

I love my job.

Always Online...

People have been astonished at the fact that I can survive - am upright, really - with what little sleep I get in a day/night. I don't know what it is. Call it chronic, life-long insomnia or my fear of missing out (see blog below). I don't know. I just don't like the act of sleeping. Being inactive. Immobile. Offline.

It's catching up to me, however. Each morning is a battle that I lose.

Body-12182083, Annie-0

Hmm... Maybe I should "act my age" and head to bed at a more reasonable hour...

1am? Yes?

The Consequences of Aging... Gracefully?

I've always had these puffy little cushions under my eyes. They plump up when I smile. Surrounded by dark circles since as long as I can remember. Casualties of my many late nights as a child, never wanting to fall asleep for fear that I would miss out on something amazing.

Cover-up is my best friend, but...

My skin is not what it used to be. I think it's in some weird rebellious phase - reverting back to its Junior High pubescence. It's breaking out... all over.

*sigh*

Why is it that...

... you're never quite as popular as when you're about to leave or go through some MAJOR life-altering event?

Shouldn't you be thought of - and people want to share time with you - just because? No motives. Not because you're going away. Not because everyone's afraid you're going through some major meltdown... Just because. Because you're YOU and that's enough.

...

Just a thought.

On Slowing Down...

The official busy season here at work is drawing to a close (for the time being) and I'm finding myself... well, bored. Useless. Twiddling my thumbs and staring into space.

It's a dangerous place for me - this state of momentary pausing. Too much time and the mind starts to wander. It starts to go to places and dreams for the future. Traverses the past and present circumstances.

I search.
I wander.
I hunt.
And I wonder.

Trying to find your place in this world [that OLD Michael W. Smith songs starts resonating in my head] is a daunting task. I see glimpses of it, yes... but they're so fleeting. Like mosquitoes in those humid summer nights, they flit and flee... zooming by your ear. And when you turn to find them, they're gone... off to haunt another.

buzz...
Huh?
whizz...
Hmm?

Gone.

THITH THUCKS

So, I apparently bit both sides of my tongue whilst sleeping last night. Maybe I was hungry. Maybe I had a hankering for some chewing gum. I dunno. All I DO know is that my tongue hurts. It's swollen and uncomfortable in my mouth.

I sound like Elmer Fudd's cousin in the UK. A cousin who likes to store marbles in her mouth.

Awesome.

And I Quote...

Two quotes. Both from "Sister Act II" (Stop laughing!)

Word-songs have power...



I will live rejoicing...