electric shock

I’m highly static -- to the point that you can see a spark, or in some instances, even hear a sound, when my finger touches metal objects. I have developed static paranoia and I am not happy. I’m scared to touch metal door handles; I avoid doing so, unless I have no choice. I look like a complete fool using tissue paper, heavy duty pens, or my foot (in case of lower drawers) to open the metal filing cabinets at the office. I don’t like that it scratches my shoes. I get tired explaining to people why I need tissue paper to pull out my files. I hate that I kick the door of my car instead of grabbing it by the handle to close it. I hope my neighbors are not looking or they will see me opening the gate with my foot and kicking it sideways to close. (Sigh…)

Being static is not funny, it is painful, and it is draining my energy. Imagine how much mental agony it brings when you anticipate a shock and to calm yourself after it actually happens? How come some people are more static than others? Is there a cure? I wonder how many out there are like me. I will Google more about it.

Piece of thought (Part 2)

Fast learner
I’m a fast learner. After spending a couple of hours on my new job last Monday, I already picked it up ---I learned it’s not the job for me. The following day, I did an express exit – first person in the HR room, surrendered my badge, parking pass, and grabbed my flower vase.

Pick-up line - Scene 1

Passing by Starbucks at 7th and Fig with a co-worker, a guy approached and said, “Can you bring the sunshine back?” I can't ignore such a good looking creature so I quickly replied, “Sure, why not? I’ll wish on my wedding ring!”
(A guy sitting nearby having coffee was laughing quietly)

Men!!! His ice breaker might work ---if said fifteen years ago :-)

Pick-up line - Scene 2

I stood in line behind a man waiting to order some pies at Marie Callender’s. He glanced one, he glanced twice, he smiled…and finally spoke.

He said: I love ‘em all (referring to the pies). What about you? Which one do you like?
I said: Hmmm…I like most of them too. In fact the family couldn’t agree on one or two flavors alone so I’m getting one for my husband, one each for my 2 kids, and one for myself.
He said: Oh…

(The smile disappeared, glanced no more)

Total insecurity

Incidents like the above I tell Brack. I’m such an attention-seeker I enjoy making him jealous, but he doesn’t. In the end, I get more insecure…usually ends up asking...”Dad, do you still love me?”

Hands on the wheel, eyes on the road

I’m getting paranoid with people on their cell phones while driving. I almost got into a head-on collision with a man who took almost half my side of the lane because he got his cell on one hand, and obviously, all his attention on his cell talk, while making a left turn. I’m sure his insurance company won’t be happy if they knew.

A dose of caffeine

I was never a coffee drinker, not until late last year, which is not normal in a coffee-drinking country like the US. Now, the stainless coffee mug is a regular on my desk. I hope my dentist won’t mind :-)

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This is what happens when my brain is not fertile enough to produce a sensible entry…

‘Till I’m no longer lost in my thoughts…

Lost in transition

On Monday I’ll be starting with my new job.

This morning I received my “goodbye” paperwork from our HR Director.

Tomorrow I’ll get my final paycheck.

This hour I wanted to blog about a lot of things but the keyboard won’t type by itself.

This time is not easy…I poured a lot of me into my current job.

I need to recharge…’till next entry.