When 3 dozen people are waiting for their jobs to be posted, it is SHITASS FORM to drop a "New posting" alert for a FUCKING POSTDOC.

OK, lucky shirt donned, about to head over to the mammography center. When it's over, I get myself a McDonald's breakfast. And assuming they don't call me back today, tomorrow I turn my focus to eating right and training for my first 5K of the year Memorial Day weekend.

(The lucky shirt is just a comfortable, baggy old Auburn t-shirt I happened to wear for both a mammogram and a colonoscopy--which I had to start having early and get every 3 years because of my family history. I now ONLY wear it for such tests, because this is one of the things I'm superstitious about, and if I were to tear or stain it beyond wearability, I'd be that much more anxious at the next mammogram or colonoscopy.)

In that case, until it's hanging off you in shreds, I think there's no such thing as beyond wearability.

Truth.

Gud, I second and third all the things other people have said. One thing I learned in Stage Management really helped me stop beating myself up about mistakes- when you are doing a show, and are thinking about the mistake you just made, you tend to screw up the next several things. So I had a stage manager, who everytime something bad happened would just say- "Take a note". We just took a note, and moved on. Then, when things weren't so immediate, she would have us look at it and see if there was something we could do in the future to prevent it. Sometimes there was, sometimes there wasn't. But I "take a note" in my life now, too and I find it really helpful to stop the negative self talk.

So, yesterday I came out to wait for the bus, and there was crime tape blocking the street in and out near my house. Turns out there was an armed man in one of the apartment complexes near me, and the police took him out with a sniper!!!! Supposedly they evacuated people, but I didn't get evaqcuated!

Yikes, Sophia! I think I'm glad you weren't all stressed about it at the time it was happening, but damn!

Holy crap!

I saw the street was blocked off, but I thought there must have been a car accident! I was just annoyed because I had to walk a block, but because Rochester's Streets are like bicycle spokes, a block is actually 2 miles!

I didn't know what had happened until last night when my friend's husband asked me if I knew anything about the sniper near my house!

Email from Nashville, asking if he's free to talk at 1PM. Probably a good sign, right? If they were going to turn him down at this stage, would they bother to have a call? Maybe they would, though. All that stuff I said earlier about not stressing is gone.

Wow, Sophia!

Boob-smashing endured, McDs being eaten, after which point I'll go into work and pray my phone doesn't ring.