Wow. It’s been awhile since I’ve been blogging (this is Anna of the now defunct Inkblots). I have been pondering what to blog about as Christopher’s substitute for the next few days, and I realized something: once you get out of developing blog posts in your head when things happen, blogging gets much harder!
But anyway, here goes. Please be patient with me; maybe I’ll get back into the blogging swing for tomorrow!
I work for Discovery. The same company that produces the Discovery Channel. TLC, Animal Planet, and the Travel Channel. Good channels, all of them. Mind you, though, I work in the education division, not the TV part. That means no random comments about Carter Oosterhaus (hubba hubba!), Steve Irwin (*sniffle*), or the Kombai tribe (fascinating!). I have nothing to do with any of it…the closest to that was when I made travel arrangements for my supervisor and the gal who answered the corporate travel line had just made reservations for the cast of Trading Spaces.
The only reason I even mention my employment is because since I work for Discovery, our office walls are plastered with all sorts of fun pictures from Discovery’s shows. One of my favorite pictures is a display of TLC’s Life Lessons. Basically, these are figurines with some funny (but painfully true!) sentiments on life.
I learned several life lessons in the course of my otherwise-typical today.
Life Lesson #694: Eating carrots in the car sometimes requires the self-administered Heimlich manuever. It was my own fault for trying to combine lunch with driving home over the lunch break to remove my gooey contact lenses (allergies are bad in Nashville this week!). I stopped suddenly because some idiot in front of me slammed on his breaks, I instinctively took a deep break, and my baby carrot got lodged in my throat. Thankfully it was not stuck firmly enough to require medical intervention…but it was terrifying nonetheless. And to make it worse, when I got home I could only get one contact out–so I had to spend the rest of the day with only one working eye!
Life Lesson #712: Sometimes it is better to just sweat or run the air conditioning instead of trying to enjoy the warm weather. On the way back to work from my ill-fated carrot transit (yes, I drove even though I only had one contact!), I was stopped at a stoplight with both front windows rolled down all the way. A bird flew in my passenger side, panicked, pooped on my seat, squawked, flapped frantically, and exited out my driver window. Great–I caused a nervous breakdown in a bird. I wonder if that was the same bird that was hopping around aimlessly on the sidewalk in the same place this afternoon while I was coming home…
Life Lesson #866: Driving with only one contact lens is one matter. Climbing stairs with only one contact lens (apparently not in the eye responsible for depth perception!) is something entirely different. Ouch. My legs are scraped up because I gracefully fell on the stairs after returning from lunch.
Though I don’t have any input into anything that goes on with TLC, I wonder if they would listen if I sent them my ideas on official letterhead for these Life Lessons. It seems like they would be particularly interested in them since I am affiliated with them…
I can see it now. The character driving with scraped legs, one squinted eye, and bird poop on her shoulder. Hmmmm…..maybe I will get some sort of raise if I suggest it?