Friday, June 17, 2005


i know i should blog about the wedding and work and everything else, but i am just too tired.

something that occured to me earlier this week is that things that normally grate on my nerves just aren't troubling me anymore. Why? Because I'm too busy living my life to care about passive-aggressive statements, catty asides, general bitchiness and some people's inability to just chill out and be in the moment. That last bit sounds really lame, but honestly, unless you're dealing with death, mental illness, physical illness, or something on that level of seriousness, just calm down. Don't be so existential. I wish I could post a memo to the world that could say: "it's not all about you."

People tend to throw out emotions or residual feelings like a daily paper. I was getting really angry and frustrated about it for a while, but now? I just feel bad that people want to live their lives that way or that people don't have enough in their lives that is engaging and thus they turn to these outlets.

Between the new job and the new job, I am running at top speed these days. My brain is trying to take in new names, computer programs, passwords, phone numbers, authors, agents, contract issues, fact sheets, not to mention a million other questions that need to be asked.

Also, my exposure to books has elevated dramatically for obvious reasons and so all I can think about (in any downtime whatsoever) is what I want to read and how it's been written and why...

I just can't buy into other people's drama or as I may start calling it, OPD.

This is just a rant. Like someone told me this week, "TAKE NOTHING PERSONALLY." If so, you may be one of those people I was mentioning earlier and as a reminder, it's not about you.

I'm just grateful to have a job with benefits, a steady paycheck, access to free books, a cafeteria, smart coworkers and a 401K plan. If you don't have those things, I can understand your stress and everyone should sympathize with you. But being caught up in yardstick games is the very last thing I want to listen to. If anyone makes any baseless or inane comparisons in my presence anytime soon, expect to be ignored. Or mocked, if I'm up to it. I probably am not. I'm too busy to really care about why you would choose to waste your time.


Blogger R J Keefe said...

"OPD" is great.

Fri Jun 17, 03:08:00 PM  
Blogger Ms. NOLA said...

Glad you think so. I like the acronym not the actual thing.

Fri Jun 17, 04:33:00 PM  
Blogger Ms. NOLA said...

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Fri Jun 17, 07:07:00 PM  
Anonymous Mr. Nola said...

Comments are OPD.

(The last comment was deleted because it was made while in drag).

Fri Jun 17, 07:08:00 PM  
Anonymous Dr. Doodle said...

Ms. Nola is not sure she should support my having the moniker 'Mr. Nola'. We're not married after all, nor I am from New Orleans. We were, however, in New Orleans last week for a wedding. There's a nice wedding singer who affectionately refers to me as 'Yankee Doodle'. This time her mother got in on the act, and said when I received my Ph.D. I would become Dr. Doodle. Hence, my new moniker.

Fri Jun 17, 07:11:00 PM  
Blogger Ms. H said...

You and me and a bottle of wine. We can write a song called "OPD" (to the tune of "OPP," of course).

Sun Jun 19, 10:54:00 PM  
Blogger Ms. NOLA said...

dude, i'm there. also, i am very glad CH that you picked up and brought to the public's attention that not-so-subtle reference to the naughty by nature classic...

Mon Jun 20, 12:41:00 AM  

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