And now for a snapshot of my brain as of Sept. 7, 2009, 9:38 p.m. (written from the yearbook office...yes I'm in my office this late....on Labor Day)
-Had to lead a desk meeting alone for the first time ever. Bribed my writers with cookies so they'd show up...probably would've taken it personally if they didn't. Can't shake the feeling I went about it all wrong. Am not used to being in a leadership position at all. General feelings of unease and paranoia.
-Went hiking through Wichita Mountain Wildlife Reserve/Park in Lawton OK today. Climbing giant, precariously-high boulders with my family never gets old. Probably never will. It's that nice blend of rugged outdoorsy-ness, nerve-grating roadtrip-with-the-family experience, danger, and authentic fun that leaves you feeling like you've got a good story and an interesting life. General feelings of accomplishment, pride in my family, and satisfaction
-Topics for yearbook to cover that I'm actually enthusiastic about: an OU student who does commercial fishing in the Bering Sea every summer...makes $36,000...sounds like a Deadliest Catch kind of thing....best part? It's a girl. Also a frat boy who lost of chunk of his arm to a shark over the summer....during Discovery Channel's SharkWeek. Oh the delightful irony. General feelings of intrigue.
-Tomorrow a photographer and I take a media tour of the OU Stadium to view recently-renovated stuff. Sounds all professional and legit. I'm kind of excited I guess. General feelings of "am I really the right person for this?"
-Following the Mountain excursion my family and I dined at Cracker Barrel. I devoured 2 1/2 biscuits, roughly a tablespoon of butter, mac n cheese, roast beef, hash brown casserole and green beans. Sum total of fat, calories, and carbs probably enough to send the average 50-yr-old into cardiac arrest. General feelings of self-consciousness and "I should probably get the gym soon".
-Just glanced at the clock, it's almost 10 pm and I'm in the office. What's wrong with this picture. Just perused the Bravo Bucket. Not a single "drop" of gratitude addressed to me. What else is wrong with this picture. General feelings of disgust, frustration, and being under-appreciated....resisting the urge to check and see if I've been paid, knowing this will further my wrath.
-Deep breath. Think of things I'm grateful for. Decide to quit blogging and get away from this rectangular nightmare of macs, paper, and ingratitude (aka the yearbook office)