Secrets of Sylvia

Long time, no post.

Not that I don't have anything to complain about to the vast void of internet out there, but I just haven't had my alone time lately to do it. It's just me and Jack, now.

And some saltine crackers.

And a glass of wine.

I tend to not eat so healthy on Friday nights. I get home, and I'm so relieved that the work week is over...I become this blob. I've been setting a goal to do something creative on Friday nights (when my husband works later than I do), but many times, I don't get around to it.

I have written a few songs, however. That's progress.

Really, though, I want to write a book. Or finish that fanfic I started way back in high school and still get e-mails about. I know, I'm such a nerd...I actually used to write fanfiction. How pathetic, right?

But don't worry--I quickly lost interest in fanfiction and became interested in doing some original writing.

I was obsessed.

Since then I've written a few plays, which have been performed. I've also taken writing classes and theater classes.

Oh, I'd love to be a writer/actress.

or a musician...but let's face it, there's no hope for me there. I just do it for therapeutic reasons. I can't really do music...but I am very passionate about it. Seriously, one could control me by placing a tiny IPOD in my brain. Choose the correct song and I will follow your command! Ah! But you must know me well enough to know what moves me.

Oh! I made such a nice discovery last week! I was so paranoid when I started this new job--I thought I was going nuts. My boss kept lecturing me about leaving the lights on. I would seriously get some nasty notes from her.

Now, I'm the annoying girl who usually gets scolded for turning the lights out when someone is still occupying the room--that's how habitual turning off lights is for me.

So, I thought I was going crazy. Why was I suddenly leaving lights on?!

But, then, last Thursday, my mind was put to ease. After doing my usual hours, I left for a dinner break before I came back to do make-up hours (which I don't usually do). I knew for sure I had turned the light off that time.

Anyhow, I came back for my make-up hours and guess what--that damn light was on! And the door wide open--I thought someone was in there, but the room was empty. Surely, someone started doing something, but was coming back shortly...right?

Nobody came back the entire time I was there...and my boss wasn't due to be there for a while afterwards. Somebody else was leaving those damn lights on. My boss would come in after I'd left, figure I was the last one who was supposed to be in that room, so assumed it was me.

But now I know that somebody else has been going in there after I leave. This has been such a relief to me...knowing that it wasn't my fault...that her scolds were unwarranted, especially if she didn't check to see if anyone else had decided to use that room after I had left.

Oh, those notes with the unhappy faces scribbled on them!

I haven't mentioned this to anyone else but my husband, who knows how much this has been bothering me. I haven't said anything to my boss.

For some reason, I don't feel the need to. It feels good enough just knowing that I didn't deserve that. I don't care if my boss knows. It's not like I'd receive an apology, anyway. I'd only get some sort of justification as to why I deserved the scolding.

That's my rant for the night.