I’m sick to my stomach and it’s all in my head.
In the third grade, the dreaded multiplication table got me so worked up I tossed my cookies right there in the classroom. On Mrs. Ashby’s shoes. Mrs. Ashby and I had our problems already (So I’d said a dirty word. Who wasn’t twisting their tongue to say “apple” in those days?*), and the idea that I’d ruined her two-tone, standard-issue teacher pumps only served to compound my elementary school terrors. I spent the next two days at home eating dry toast and watching public television.
I nailed my multiplication test the next week (the nines were a whole lot less daunting after I’d learned The Trick) but a precedent had been set. Stress makes me sick.
When I think someone is mad at me, I get hives. When the bed goons turned my beautiful new purchase into a rickety death trap last week, I broke out -- like one of those “Before” pictures in an IGIA Clear infomercial. And when I come into work on Monday morning, facing the same set of stumbling blocks I did the week before in what seems an unending cycle of impossibility and disappointment, the frustration turns to dread, which then becomes a knot in my stomach so heavy and indigestible I might as well have eaten at Chipotle for lunch.
Mmmmm… burritos.
Even as I type this, my mental programming is screaming “Don’t blog about work! You'll get canned!” But my upset tummy is screaming, “This is place is prison... without the HBO!” It’s a conundrum, I tell you. A Catch 22. A total kick in the balls. Or what I imagine that’d be like if I had balls, I guess.
On a decidedly more positive note, the amazing flowers that were delivered to me last week (oooh, look at me keeping secrets from you) are still, for the most part, alive and gorgeous. So when I start to feel the work bile rising up in my throat I just turn my head slightly to the left and voila! Lilies and snapdragons and roses, oh my!
It's like... mental antacid. Or something.
*Go on. Twist your tongue and say "apple." I double dog dare you.
You know, I had a sixth grade math teacher named Mrs. Ashby. I doubt it's the same one though - mine ran off to Ireland a couple years later.
Posted by: Kat at February 28, 2005 02:13 PMHaha! The 9's trick for the multiplication table is such a classic elementary school memory... it always made me wonder if some magician didn't invent mathematics.
Posted by: pinktags at February 28, 2005 02:28 PMTell me about it. I was so stressed a week ago I got shingles. Not pleasant. Stress sucks the life right out of you if you aren't careful.
Posted by: Robin Alexa at February 28, 2005 02:57 PMOh. my. god. I'd never heard of the "apple" thing, how deprived WAS I as a child??
Yes, I had to keep trying it to figure it out. And yes, I *did* figure it out.
And yes... I'm sitting here trying it at my desk when my editor walks in.
'sigh
Posted by: Tinkster at February 28, 2005 02:59 PMThere's a trick to the 9's? Why wasn't I told? What the hell is it? And yes, I could still use the help.
The 'apple' thing reminded me of holding your tongue and saying "My father works on ships in the shipyard".
Posted by: Howard at February 28, 2005 03:21 PMI lost track of time today.
Posted by: Lost cat at February 28, 2005 03:22 PMMental antacid! What a great phrase!
Posted by: petitchou at February 28, 2005 03:26 PMThe trick to the nines is that... well... how do you explain this?
Two times nine is 18. The tens digit, 1, is 2-1. 1 and 8 add up to nine.
Three times nine is 27. The tens digit, 2, is 3-1. 2 and 7 add up to nine...
And my seventh birthday party had to be cancelled, because I got so excited the night before that I gave myself a stomach virus...
Posted by: Anna at February 28, 2005 03:44 PMwell if i twist my tongue and say "apple" then you have to stick your tongue to the tether ball pole
Posted by: ak at February 28, 2005 03:50 PMSuper duper terrific!!! I needed a laugh and this supplied it. I totally feel for you and your stress...it's the apple thing that got me. No, I'd never heard or done that when I was younger, so, yes, I did have to sit at my desk and try it. Great laughs. When I read Howard's comment about the shipyards, I had to try that too, and I was rewarded with more laughter :) Thanks, and I hope your stress level is reduced soon. Take a nice long bath when you get home this evening :)
Posted by: Ashleigh at February 28, 2005 04:10 PMI hurled on my 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Abbey's shoes. I thought I was the only one.
Posted by: Tammi at February 28, 2005 04:10 PMWhat the hell is supposed to happen when I say apple? Seriously, I've been doing it for 5 minutes and got nothing.
Posted by: LiAps at February 28, 2005 04:56 PMTry it again LiAps, *while also holding your tongue with your fingers*. Oh yeah, how about the "My daddy works in a shipyard. He sweeps ashes all day."
thanks for the giggle!
Posted by: McAuliflower at February 28, 2005 05:27 PMI hurled grape juice all over my kindergarten teacher...and the cream colored dress she was wearing. I think we've all done it.
Posted by: Lindsey at February 28, 2005 05:28 PMBurritos indeed. Now I am inspired to wax about them on my own blog. Why does something so good have to kick such G-I ass. I've never wronged Montazuma, why to I garner his vengance
Posted by: Mike at February 28, 2005 05:44 PMOkay, Anna, your nines trick is way too complicated! I guess I learned the nines trick for dummies from the idiot's guide or something.
This is how it works for those of us who were waiting at the corner where the short bus stopped, Howard: hold up all ten of your fingers; for each multiple of nine, you hold down that finger and the number of fingers to the left of the finger you're holding down is the digit that goes in the tens place, the number of fingers to the right represent the digit that should go in the ones place. Por exemplo, 9x2=18. If you're holding down your left ring finger- the second finger you come to when you begin counting your fingers on your left hand- like you should be, you have 1 finger to the left and 8 to the right. Eighteen is the answer. Of course, you have to memorize the factors of 11 and 12. I guess that's when you could use Anna's trick. :)
Okay. Here's my first comment ever on this blog.
I hear ya....talking about your work being a prison. There's a girl at my workplace that makes me so mad I can FEEL it. Only siblings should be able to make you that mad. She's got my number. So now, I've started to think about the whole thing as a huge game. A gigantic chess match. I mean, she's just doing things to me because she makes me mad. So, I'll choose not to be mad. She'll get madder and mess up somehow. It will be great.
I'm not offering advice...I swear. :)
I'll go back to lurking now....sorry for the long comment.
i totally just did the apple thing, lol!
Posted by: lizabetty at February 28, 2005 07:36 PMYeah, I learned the finger 9 trick too. The other 9 trick I know is a little more complicated, but I do it a lot. A number multiplied by 9 is the same as that number multiplied by 10 minus that number. 9x8 is the same as 10x8-8. Similar rule for multiplying by 12 (12xN = 10xN+2xN)
Okay, I'm stopping there. I almost got even more math geeky, but I won't.
Posted by: Judy at February 28, 2005 09:17 PMMy 9's trick: 9x9=81. I know this because one number before 9 is 8, and 8+1 = 9. 9x4=36. One number before 4 is 3, and 3+6 = 9. Works for all of 'em.
I didn't get the apple trick for a while, because I really can twist my tongue w/o help, touch my nose with it, and bend it into a 3-leaf clover while enunciating. But I get it now! :)
Posted by: shanteuse at February 28, 2005 09:54 PMcan someone please explain what is supposed to happen with the apple trick...? i tried. and tried. and nothing happens! ...?
Posted by: di at February 28, 2005 10:31 PMFish,
Do not, I repeat, do not succumb to the urge to trash talk about work on your blog. And here's the reason why not :
http://www.dooce.com/archives/daily/02_25_2003.html
You probably already know about dooce, but just in case you didn't...she got fired for talking (well, trashing, really) work.
M.
Posted by: merlot at February 28, 2005 10:35 PMHahahah. Thanks, Merlot. I do believe the term is "Dooced" and yes, I'm well aware. :)
Posted by: Fish at February 28, 2005 10:39 PMWhen I was in second grade I got sick at my desk - I don't remember why. I could feel the gurgling in my tummy regions and raised my hand to ask to use the bathroom. My teacher called on me, and as I opened my mouth to ask, up came beans and franks. I got up and run out of the classroom, leaving a trail of sick all the way to the door. When I came back in to get my stuff, there was a trail back to my desk covered in that puke-sawdust the janitors keep around. And I wonder why I was unpopular.
Posted by: sly at February 28, 2005 10:44 PMLiAps and di, if you stick your tongue out and hold it with your fingers and try to say "apple" it'll sound like you're saying asshole
Posted by: ak at February 28, 2005 11:12 PMha. i guess i was just trying too hard. thanks ak.
Posted by: di at February 28, 2005 11:31 PMThere must be something wrong with my tongue (though I've never gotten complaints before).
Posted by: LiAps at March 1, 2005 08:12 AMHmmm...my multiplication tables trick was to just learn them. Why do I feel dumb for not using a trick? How American is that? I feel dumb for NOT using a short cut. :D
Posted by: ccs178 (Chris) at March 1, 2005 09:43 AMi hear ya -- on account of all of that, I now have a bulging disc (psychosomatic?? I am impressed with the power of my own mind) and a sinus infection. It stinks...it really does.
hope you feel better soon, lady.
Posted by: S at March 1, 2005 10:39 AMSo am I the only one who is wondering where the flowers came from? (Or am I just out of that loop?)
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Posted by: Ann-Charlotte at March 3, 2005 10:43 AM