Go Cubs Go!

[uhsir]

FYI, "Cubs" means the Chicago Cubs, the Major League Baseball team. As usual, the Cubs "fans" are falling off the bandwagon. I wish the rest of the fair-weather fans would get around to jumping off instead of hanging on and bad-mouthing the team. This really irks me. The Cubs were hot a few years ago and suddenly all sorts of fans appeared. Fans? Yeah, right, uh huh. Now the Cubs are playing poopily and OOPS! Where'd all those fans go? Please, go away and stay away. Go find some other team to spoil with your wanton enthusiasm.

I love the game of baseball. I loved to play when I was a girl. (I'm still miffed that I couldn't join the little league team because I am of the female persuasion. Oh well, their loss cuz I was really good at the game.) I'm not obsessed with baseball or the Cubs. I don't listen to or watch every game. Maybe I would if I had more time. I don't follow every score. I've been to the ballpark a few times and I didn't enjoy it. Then why am I complaining about these other fans? Because I can. ;) Okay, that's enough baseball talk.

Still with me?

Work still stinks. I'm so unmotivated. No, I don't want happy bosses making smiley faces at me and patting me on the back and telling me how wonderful I am and what a great asset I am to the company. I just want the bosses to do an honest-to-goodness reality check of the situation. The work we do is high-quality, business-to-business services. It's not cheap and it's not simple enough that just anyone off the street can do it. Okay, what I really need is respect for my work. Hey boss, please don't slight me with "We respect what you do" because you don't have a clue what I do or how I do it. You wouldn't even be able to do the first step of anything I do. Okay, that's enough work talk.

Still here, eh?

My daughter is going to move to New Orleans in a few weeks. This weekend I informed each of my three sisters, each at different times, and each responded in the same way. "Why?" I responded in the same way to each of them. "Because she wants to. She's a grown woman; she's capable of making her own life choices." They each stared at me in disbelief that I could agree to such a thing. I didn't waste any more effort on them. (You know, the more I interact with my sisters, the more I understand why I'm an introvert. I love my sisters, but they can be such pains in the behind. I guess it's payback for when we were little; me being the baby and getting away with everything.) At least my mother was cool. I called her yesterday (Mother's Day here in the U.S.) and when I told her about it her only "complaint" was about how humid it is there. Okay, that's enough family talk.

Didn't lose you yet? Need a break? Go ahead, I'll wait...

Welcome back.

Only one thing left to talk about. Me. Oh wait, haven't I been talking about me? No. I've been talking about my "things." So what about me? I don't talk about me very well. Sort of like I hardly ever look at myself in a mirror. I'll make a trip into a bathroom and there will be mirrors on every wall and I'll not look at myself in any of them. Why is that? Honestly, I do wonder. Same thing about "me" thoughts. If someone asks me what I'm thinking, I go blank, like a Microsoft Blue Screen. I'll even give a meaningless, cryptic response! ;) I wonder if I'm selfish. I don't want to share my thoughts with anyone so I'll erase them? Or maybe I'm insecure. I don't want to share my thoughts with anyone because they'll laugh at how insignificant I am? Okay, that's enough me talk.

Thanks for hanging around with me. Maybe we can do this again someday.

Comments

[suekay-87.livejournal.com]

I don't know a thing about baseball, but as for the rest, you sound like you could use a hug

*big hugs*

Make yourself a priority over the next few weeks, and don't worry about not being open with people...I think everyone's guilty about keeping their true thoughts to themselves.

Hang in there :)

[uhsir.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I do need that. Hugs are always appreciated here. :)