Sometimes the cope gets thin

[hrj]

Every once in a while, all sorts of things that are quite manageable on their own pile up in a heap and I get tired of being the sort of person who "deals well" with whatever comes along. I get tired of being cheerful and competent. Just once in my life I'd like to play the prima donna, throw a screaming shit-fit, and confidently expect everyone around me to clean up the pieces and make everything all right. Alas, the long-term consequences aren't worth it.

No, nothing particularly bad has happened. The effective bill for some make-up property taxes is coming due. And my relatively-new microwave made an odd popping noise with a flash when I used it this evening. And I'm committing myself to a teaching event some time this summer which will be a lot of fun and even pay me something but involves putting together two new 2-hour classes. And in theory I'm supposed to be posting my contribution to the Research Open House "writing assignment to evaluate" to the mailing list tonight and haven't really started on it yet, and I'm not likely to get to it until next week because tomorrow evening it'll all be about shopping and packing for the ski trip this weekend. Yay ski trip! And I got a packet in the mail from the parents with inventories of stuff I'm supposed to mark potential interest in -- which is a perfectly rational and useful thing to do, but I find it inevitably depressing. And I really need to find a day to do my taxes. And clearly I'm just feeling down because of "temporal claustrophobia" as usual.

Comments

[klwilliams.livejournal.com]

The trick to being a proper prima donna is to throw your fit next to another cheerful and competent person. Find a partner, and arrange to take turns being a prima donna. Or maybe it's that being cheerful and competent means you're a diva, not a prima donna. That's much cooler.