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Big Baby and the power adaptor
Dec. 16th, 2008 07:08 pmI haven't written much about SAD this year, it's slighter than past years but I still feel it. In particular I feel the over-the-top response to everyday sads and troublesome moments.
Sunday, I missed seeing the end of the year show because my chest still hurts and I still wasn't up to full lung use. Nice boys who sent me emails asking how I was doing received messages like "This fucking SUCKS! I haaaaate being weak! FUCK THIS!!!"
Monday morning I was pretty much a ticking time bomb...a PMS ticking time bomb to boot! A time bomb that felt pretty under the weather and my voice wasn't ok but was determined to not miss a dull "all day at city hall no teaching day" so that I could have Christmas off.
I brought my laptop, which I do everyday because there is no laptop for me at work. For over 6 months I have been pushing for my own crappy city-hall laptop to use for my word processing needs. The idea that my job requires me to create lesson plans in two languages but doesn't give me the tools to do so? Insane. I don't mind once in a while bringing my laptop for making visual aides, but I hate the fact that, rain or snow or something torn in my shoulder...I must haul my laptop to work everyday or do noooothing. Two weekends ago this need meant an extra two hours on the train so that I'd have my laptop Monday morning.
One Friday, when a huge rain storm broke out, my boss asked if bringing my computer through the rain would be ok. "Might not be, but I don't have a choice. I don't want to bring it every day, but I don't want to leave it here. It's my home computer!"
And suddenly my power adaptor wasn't conveying power to my laptop.
No little light. No power. I changed outlets. I cleaned all connections. I restarted....nothing.
And I melted down.
I asked to get on the internet so I could book my Genius Bar time at Apple in Ginza...because once my battery wore out I would be fucked...fucked for work, fucked for free-time...fucked in not having connection to my peeps when I need it most. All I could get was a space in two hours.
I explained this and whined to my boss about "um, if this isn't the power adapter...how will I write things?" and explained to Milkman's Sister that I knew I was freaking out more than warranted, but I was sick, grumpy, physically uncomfortable, and now would probably not be able to take Christmas off....and I'm sick of being patient about the laptop issue and I knew I was being really really grumpy....and if I have to spend Christmas at city hall with no laptop they're gonna see me power cry.
And I set off for the Genuis Bar in Ginza.
Where my power adaptor worked just fine, thank you. And I chatted with my cute Genius...whose name I can't remember despite the fact he made a point of telling me his name more than 3 times and may have been chatting me up.
I reported back by phone. Milkman's Sister told me to take the rest of the day off and get my voice back for Tuesday's classes (3rd graders)...and that my day would be marked as having been at work all day...because our boss was feeling generous and I have tried teaching through the voice problems as much as possible.
On my way home I bought a new Temper-pedic pillow because I suspected my old nasty pillow wasn't doing my allergies any favors, and scored some Vick's Vapo-steam-stuff.
In retrospect, I think my Mac was just helping me out and I should have repeated my Genuis's name.
Sunday, I missed seeing the end of the year show because my chest still hurts and I still wasn't up to full lung use. Nice boys who sent me emails asking how I was doing received messages like "This fucking SUCKS! I haaaaate being weak! FUCK THIS!!!"
Monday morning I was pretty much a ticking time bomb...a PMS ticking time bomb to boot! A time bomb that felt pretty under the weather and my voice wasn't ok but was determined to not miss a dull "all day at city hall no teaching day" so that I could have Christmas off.
I brought my laptop, which I do everyday because there is no laptop for me at work. For over 6 months I have been pushing for my own crappy city-hall laptop to use for my word processing needs. The idea that my job requires me to create lesson plans in two languages but doesn't give me the tools to do so? Insane. I don't mind once in a while bringing my laptop for making visual aides, but I hate the fact that, rain or snow or something torn in my shoulder...I must haul my laptop to work everyday or do noooothing. Two weekends ago this need meant an extra two hours on the train so that I'd have my laptop Monday morning.
One Friday, when a huge rain storm broke out, my boss asked if bringing my computer through the rain would be ok. "Might not be, but I don't have a choice. I don't want to bring it every day, but I don't want to leave it here. It's my home computer!"
And suddenly my power adaptor wasn't conveying power to my laptop.
No little light. No power. I changed outlets. I cleaned all connections. I restarted....nothing.
And I melted down.
I asked to get on the internet so I could book my Genius Bar time at Apple in Ginza...because once my battery wore out I would be fucked...fucked for work, fucked for free-time...fucked in not having connection to my peeps when I need it most. All I could get was a space in two hours.
I explained this and whined to my boss about "um, if this isn't the power adapter...how will I write things?" and explained to Milkman's Sister that I knew I was freaking out more than warranted, but I was sick, grumpy, physically uncomfortable, and now would probably not be able to take Christmas off....and I'm sick of being patient about the laptop issue and I knew I was being really really grumpy....and if I have to spend Christmas at city hall with no laptop they're gonna see me power cry.
And I set off for the Genuis Bar in Ginza.
Where my power adaptor worked just fine, thank you. And I chatted with my cute Genius...whose name I can't remember despite the fact he made a point of telling me his name more than 3 times and may have been chatting me up.
I reported back by phone. Milkman's Sister told me to take the rest of the day off and get my voice back for Tuesday's classes (3rd graders)...and that my day would be marked as having been at work all day...because our boss was feeling generous and I have tried teaching through the voice problems as much as possible.
On my way home I bought a new Temper-pedic pillow because I suspected my old nasty pillow wasn't doing my allergies any favors, and scored some Vick's Vapo-steam-stuff.
In retrospect, I think my Mac was just helping me out and I should have repeated my Genuis's name.
