Date: Fri, 20 Nov 1998 17:48:57 -0500 From: Kafka Dreams To: void Subject: paranoia I drink bottled water. I usually have one of the small Poland Springs bottles on my desk. I refill it from the cooler periodically, re-using it for days or weeks until it gets a bit stale (i.e. I can taste yesterday's bad breathe on the spout), then I recycle it and buy another bottle. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. I leave the bottle on my desk, at the right corner of my monitor. I have recently determined, after getting irritated over my own perceived forgetfulness, that I am NOT putting the bottle down elsewhere and forgetting it. It's vanishing on its own. Thus reassured, but also concerned, I endeavored to keep enough neurons noticing when I had a water bottle and when I didn't to discover a pattern. And the pattern I found is this: When the scary cleaning guy empties my trash in the evening, and I am here to observe the process, my water bottle is there the next day. When I leave before track pick-up, my water bottle is always gone the next day. Ok. So now the evidence points overwhelmingly to the scary cleaning guy. But, in order to get the water bottle, you have to reach across my desk, across piles of papers that look a lot like garbage and crumpled napkins and the occasional ketchup or mustard packet. Across me, if I'm there. But those garbage-like things never go anywhere. Only my often-still-half-filled-with-water bottle and the occasional empty juice bottle (from lunch) ever vanish. It's not fair. I don't have enough spare brain power to hide my water bottle AND remember where I put it. But that's not what inspired me to share this little story. It wasn't until I realized that I was thinking about this in terms of "first they tried to drive me crazy, now they're just trying to aggravate me into craziness" and "maybe he's a saliva-collecting psycho" that I realized, I'm just a wee bit PARANOID. And, PERHAPS I NEED A VACATION. Kelly J. "Everybody needs a little time away... I heard her say..."