watermelon juice

9:55 (post class with watermelon)

So two good friends just called on my way home from school. It was probably the highlight of my day. A) they cared enough to call B) we took care of some business c) they laugh. They laugh at the silliest things and put me at ease. Show me that I’m cooler and more interesting than I thought I might have been 43 minutes earlier trying to keep from snoring in class. It was great. And now I have watermelon. The night is bright.

I’m taking this intriguing class on organizational behavior. A big title for studying about how people work in groups, especially dysfunctional ones. It’s amazing how it all seems to apply to my life whether in my family, former/current jobs, with friends or my own head. What motivates me? What type of leadership do I practice, do I respond the best to, do I despise? How can a manager help merging companies not only exist as a new, unified company but thrive? Some of these theories I’ve thought of before and have names to identify them, but now it’s nice to say with confidence, “Hey. You guys are enduring informal socialization.” (and then get weird stares or exploding heads)

At this particular moment though, thoughts seem to be stuck. My brain probably looks like the Spokane road system in the summer: detours, construction, no signage for alternate routes, and random sections of blocked roads without any work being done just to mess with drivers. I’m sure my head is a maze with lots of traffic but orange cones of sleep deprivation and blinking road signs of overstimulation and preoccupation are keeping everything at a stand still. So I can’t write my paper. At least not right now. And I can’t really think creatively for church. And all potential recruits for track that I might call should be in bed but are probably living up the last days of summer.

So here I am with a bowl of watermelon chunks, realizing the only juices that are flowing tonight are those down my chin.