Yesterday, after I finished my post and drove to work, I realized I was whining a little about how busy this week was, and I got to thinking, I really love my job. I do. I really do. I have sort of forgotten that in the past several months, because it's just been so blasted busy. But I am so lucky to have a job that I really enjoy doing; where I have a lot of freedom to do the things I want to do; where I get to work with all these really neat, creative, and hardworking people (students and faculty alike); where I am challenged every day by new things, etc. It really is fun. It sort of hit home for me when Terri posted her comment that she loves her job, just not so much of it.
About two days ago, I was engaged in an e-mail exchange with a colleague at a different university. I told him sometimes the merry-go-round gets going a little too fast for me and I just want to get off for a while. He said, "Yeah, but then it's too hard to get back on [because you're even further behind!]. I think I'll just throw up a little and stay on." I thought that was a pretty good extension of the metaphor.
Sorry to throw up on all of you yesterday! LOL
Not too much quilty to report....too crazy at work. Here was the extent of my quilting engagement yesterday:
I took the liberty of doodling a quilting design on my agenda and notes from faculty meeting. I had watched a video on Leah Day's blog, where she showed how to quilt this design. She calls it Hot Candy (referring to Hot Tamales candies, I believe). It sort of intrigued me, so I gave it a try on paper. When I pulled this piece of paper out of my bag at home that night, Sweet Pea said, "Wow, that's really good, Mom. I like that!" It was quite cute.
If you haven't checked out Leah's blog, you should. She has come up with 252 quilting designs so far and has little videos of each one. I think she's shooting for 365, one for every day of the year. I have found it sort of inspiring for getting going on free motion quilting.
Also, a gal in the local art quilting group posted a really interesting link to a blog about Zentagles. Have you ever heard of that? I hadn't. It looks really interesting, though. It's sort of about doodling as meditation...very "Zen." Click on the link and check it out. I'm interested to know what you think.
I'd like to share a little story and a tip with you that's totally unrelated to quilting, if you don't mind. Just 'cause...
I'm really happy to still own this (go here to see my post about making these cozies):
As I was wrapping up my first meeting with a student yesterday morning around 9:00 am, I saw an e-mail from my dad. The RE: line read YOUR PHONE. "Hmmm...," I thought, "that's sort of weird." The e-mail read:
Just had a call from the Kalamazoo police who said they found a cell phone. They called hoping that I was a parent and could tell them who the phone belonged to. The caller ID said “Stephanie-Cell” so I believe it was your phone. I told them who you were and what department you are in. She said, “Oh, she’s staff. Then we can get it to her.”
Hope you hear from them soon.
I started typing a reply: Dad, can't be my phone. My phone's in my purse...
Then I thought..."Well, I think it's in my purse...." I turned and looked...gasp! No phone! I know I had it in the car, because I was calling one of our secretaries to let her know I was running a couple of minutes late and to let the student know I'd be right there. I remember putting it in my little cozy before I got out of the car!
Then my office phone rang and it was Papa Pea. He said that my dad had called him to see if I was okay because the police had my phone. I said I was fine and I had no idea how they got my phone.
Then, one of the secretaries came down to seem me, and she looked really shaken up. She said, "Oh! Good! You're okay! Your dad just called me and told me the police had your phone. He was nervous that maybe you got mugged or something and he asked me to see if you were in your office and if you were okay." She was pretty freaked out to think something had happened to me.
I called Dad and reassured him I was okay. Dad said he got worried that maybe the people who called him weren't the police but were someone who found my phone and wanted to find me for not-so-good reasons.
Then, one of my graduate students e-mailed me saying the police had called him and for him to tell me they had my phone. He was checking in to make sure I was I okay.
Then, another secretary called me and said the police had called and my phone was at campus police if I would come and pick it up.
I drove over to the campus police. The gal at the desk told me that one of the custodial staff had found my phone laying on the sidewalk outside and had turned it in for me. Not knowing whose phone it was, she called the first person on my favorites list, hoping it was a parent (which it was). So, she found out my name and realized I was staff. She also called the person who was on my recents list and was someone I called a lot. That was my graduate student. When she realized I was staff, she called the secretary in our department and told her where I could pick up my phone.
I was so happy to recover my phone. I was grateful that the custodian who found it was kind enough to return it to me (iPhones aren't cheap!), that the gal at the police station worked so hard to find me, and that so many people cared and were concerned about me!
I tried to figure out how I lost it. I was concerned that my workmanship on the cozy was bad and the strap broke. But no, the strap wasn't broken.
I had it looped around this piece of hardwae on my purse. I am guessing the clip got bumped open and the strap just slid off. When I looped my strap on there, I wondered if that was a bad idea. Someone with a Ph.D. should be able to figure that out. LOL. I now loop it through that big ring with the metal around it instead of the clip. I'm just glad my workmanship was solid.
So, here's my tip. The next graduate student I met with was in my office as all this was going on. Her husband is in medical school and is doing a residency in the ER right now. She asked me who my "ICE" people were on my phone. I said, "HUH?"
In Case of Emergency numbers. "OH! I get it! ICE"
She said that on her phone, she labels her husband as ICE1 [followed by his name], her dad as ICE2 [followed by his name], and her mom as ICE3 [follwed by her name].
She said that if you ever get hurt of in a car accident, and the paramedics find your phone, the first thing they'll look for on your phone is ICE numbers. They will call these numbers to find out who you are if they don't know who you are and to notify your emergency contacts.
I did not know this. I think I'll be doing some editing on my phone. I thought this made good sense. Maybe you want to consider doing the same.
I am very grateful for individuals who display random acts of kindness like this (the custodian, the police, my colleagues and staff, my family). It means a lot to me. While I'm certainly glad to have my phone back, it's more about restoring my faith in humanity, really. I plan to do something nice for that custodian, just to make sure he knows I noticed.
I hope I can pay it forward in my own way sometime.
How 'bout you?
Life is good. Love my job. Love people. Life is good.
Until next time,
P.S. I was at the gym yesterday and on the back of the door in the toilet stall was a sign that said, "The best way to chase away the winter blahs is through regular and consistent exercise." I have started doing the elliptical machine three days a week with a fellow colleague at work. I have to admit, I really do feel better all the way around, and it is helping to chase away the winter blahs. So, if you're not exercising regularly and you feel blah, maybe that would help you, too!