Shutdown

Cutter's Log - Stardate 1102.40.30
Current Song - Regulate (Warren G)

More power to these people who can absorb patience, and distractions going on around them. For some people, it's easy. For others, like me, patience is the virtue that I can't seem to grasp.

This is because my brain can only hold so much information. And yes, I do use only the full 20% at a time. Over my short lifetime, I have acquired so much information. Normally once something goes in, something goes out. Not the case with me.

There comes a point where my head can be too full. Instead of an older memory going on, new ones can't enter. This causes a large mental block. When there's blockage, my brain tries to churn some space open.

I can't really describe this feeling from inside. Outside, I act like a cross between a rabid monkey and a soldier under fire in a war zone. But inside, there is a video on YouTube that diescribes it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiOI365yD1Q

I was like this last afternoon. I slept in until 2 p.m. that afternoon, only to have my mother wake me up for a computer chore. I was to copy and print out a picture of her uncle Hubba, who passed away recently. She needed five copies on photo-stock paper. I was also in need of a color cartridge, and she gave me that, too.

At first I had a difficult time inserting the cartridge. The old one came off and snapped back on easily. But this one didn't budge. The confusion made me angry, and overloaded my brain. Somehow I was able to take out the black ink cartridge, and it fit perfectly in the other compartment. That meant mom bought a black cartridge instead of a color one. I got even more perturbed.

Only then did it come to me that I was to be at work in a half-hour. This is when the rabid monkey comes into the picture. Five minutes later, I looked at my checkbook for some reason, and noticed that the payment is due today. The agent closes at 5 p.m., and it is 3:30. I work at 4 p.m. I'm going crazy at this point, and somehow I manager to get half of the print job done, wrestling paper jam after paper jam after paper jam. (My printer is one that paper feeds in and rolls backward, hence the issues with photo paper).

I had no choice other than to buy 30 minutes off of work. That gave me enough time to print the photos and get my payment made. It gave me enough time to settle down. I made the payment and got to work 15 minutes late. I could easily make up for that.

Divulging all of this kind of tells you how I am when I get angry. My brother Dan gets this way sometimes, but I usually do this when there's no one around. But I still do it.

Just don't tick me off.