Argh!

Why do I care that some boy is not e-mailing me back? I don't understand. I mean, just a month ago, I was solidly happy without anyone of the male persuasion communicating with me at all. And now some random boy, who I could easily have avoided, is making me waste time otherwise spent on e-mailing my friends, in thinking about the reasons he is too occupied to write me back. I mean I am a "with it", fun, 30 year old (Sidenote- I really hate that I am currently not in my late 20's, or my early 30's.. I think being in the 'ees makes it fell more communal. Right now I am feeling a bit alone.) and apparantly I care. I care that some schmuck of a guy is not calling me. I care that he is taking however many hours to e-mail me back. I care that he is no longer sending me a text message first thing in the morning. I care that I am thinking about this while I should be doing work. I care that his apparent disinterest is making me waste my time.

I can't deny that after I get a call/message/email from him I smile. It's a little bit of excitment, appreciation, and gladness all rolled into a tiny little smile escaping from my mouth. I should know better. I know that only I can make myself happy. I know that only I have power over my actions and reactions. I know all this.. I know it truly, and completely, and can tell it all to you over and over again. It is my gospel, my truth... Why then, have I cared for the last two days about it? Why am I annoyed that after replying to his "What's going on, where are my messages e-mail" I have not heard a peep? I am so annoyed I could scream. Annoyed at myself mostly.

p.s. this is a rhetorical post. all these "whys" have already been answered.

The construction joke

I would like to sincerely thank Mr. Don Campbell for this joke. He told it to me and my friend Meredith (his daughter) in 1991? It remains a classic. =)

An Italian, a Scotsman and a Chinese fellow are hired at a constructionsite. The foreman points out a huge pile of sand and says to the Italianguy, "you're in charge of sweeping." To the Scotsman he says, "you're incharge of shoveling." And to the Chinese guy. "You're in charge ofsupplies."He then says, "Now, I have to leave for a little while. I expect you guysto make a dent in that there pile of sand.

So the foreman goes away for acouple hours. When he returns, he sees the pile of sand is stilluntouched. He says to the Italian, "Why didn't you sweep any of it?" TheItalian replies in a heavy accent, "I no getta broom. You tella theChinesea guy he inna charge ofa supplies, but he disappear and I could nofind him!"Then the foreman turns to the Scotsman and asks "Didn't I tell you toshovel?" The Scotsman replies in his heavy brogue, "Aye, ye did lad, but Icouldna get meself a shovel. Ye left the Chinee in charge of supplies, butI couldna find him!"

The foreman is really angry now, and storms off toward the pile of sand,looking for the Chinese guy. Just then, the Chinese guy springs out frombehind the pile of sand and yells "SUPPLIES!"