I frequently have this thought during my commute to work on the Metro. It flashes in my mind from time to time, especially when the Metro car lurches forward like some insane, evil roller coaster ride and I keep myself from eliciting a tiny scream (I’ve learned to gasp internally). If anything were to happen–if someone next to me decided to lose their mind, or something infinitely more dramatic and worse–who would save me? Who would pull me away from the drama (I have the slowest, worst reflexes) or push me behind them as they take on Mr. Or Mrs. Or Ms. Suddenly Decided to Lose Their Mind?
Ok, so I’m no damsel. I don’t need to be saved, per se. But in a situation like that, I do wonder from where or whom the heroism will come. Or whether I’ll be the hero? But to be plain and honest, it helps when I see a tall, strapping guy in the corner or a woman in camouflage. Anyway…
I’ve been at my latest job for a little over a year now and I’m still learning. The learning curve in this place is nothing short of mind-blowing. No complaints, really; learning new things has never been a problem in principle for me. But when it comes to execution, yikes and watch out. Some things can be executed easily with training. For other things, it’s back to the 6th grade and my inability to write a cursive “R.” (I still struggle. Still!) In other words, it’s not easy (and my colleague training me, usually a nice person, has the tendency to turn into my exasperated 6th grade teacher, who was always seconds from wringing my little neck). I say all the latter because I actually accomplished a fairly complex task today! First try! Lesson learned: take copious notes. All the naysayers that giggled at my inability to calm down on the generous note-taking are probably lost in confusion somewhere, wondering what that one, short, brief sentence actually means. Viva numerous bullets!
Day 2 of Intention to Begin Novel: I’m still planning on getting started. First up, some handy notes on plot, character, those necessary details that need to be documented.
This weekend: the museum! I’m going to the National Gallery of Art and will come back bearing photos.
Viva numerous bullets!
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