Work was pretty busy, as we are preparing to close down our part of the College for the Christmas season. I left work to go to dinner with some friends. It was interesting...my first trip to the local Indian restaurant. I left dinner, running late, to head with some other friends to the University of Memphis basketball game. That game left me a little queasy. I still can't figure out if that's because of the Indian food or the fact that Memphis held on to a win a game when they should have stomped on their opponent like an 18 wheeler would roll over a Prius. So, I got back to the apartment around 10...the time that I like to wind down and relax. But, no, instead I agree to go on a ghost hunt around campus. The ghosts were sleeping or not in a mood to play. I got home late and woke up early to get some things done this morning. And, now, I'm going to rely on some strong coffee to help me make it through the day.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
back to back
I have a bad habit of overbooking myself. And, I like to deceive myself into believing that I manage my time well. But, I can take yesterday as a fine example of how I can exhaust myself because I can't say no.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
shoes
I've recently fallen into the trap of deciding shoes based on whether I want my feet to be comfortable or whether I want my feet to look nice.
Too bad that many of my shoes (at least for work) are not both fashionable and comfortable at the same time!
Too bad that many of my shoes (at least for work) are not both fashionable and comfortable at the same time!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
humility
Earlier today, I was studying some GRE vocabulary words. Here's one I need to remember more: Humility. Let's use it in a sentence...George thought vary highly of himself, but was considered by others to lack humility.
Dictionary.com's definition strikes me..."modest opinion or estimate about one's own importance, rank, etc."
Oh, I love how lacking humility, at least in my case, often ends up with me getting slapped in face with some moment of reality when I learn how I'm no better than the next person. That happened today. I sent an email and used some wrong terminology. And, in turn, I received a well-intentioned, but painful, email that put me back in my place. The specifics are not important. It's the lesson that matters.
Too often, I overestimate my importance, and, many times, at the cost of another. To make myself more important, I demean someone around me. Sometimes I use humor to make it seem okay, but it's not. And, eventually, I end up with that knot in my stomach that reminds me that, not only do I now want to vomit, but we're on the same field. Oh, this sucks.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)