I am so blessed. Not just because of the obvious luck of the draw of being born at the right time and place–and not a mere 12 years earlier in Poland like my Survivor parents. The main reason I consider myself lucky is that I like doing most things. I even like doing the things that most people don’t care for. I like writing grants, for instance, and not many people do. I love meeting the challenge of how to convince and engage, constricted by a limited character count and stultifying questions.
There are, however, several things I find grossly unpleasant and I will list them for you now.
- I hate asking people for money. This is why I am a grantwriter and not a fundraiser who solicits money from donors. I don’t particularly enjoy collecting road association dues either, but someone has to do it.
- While I do enjoy cleaning my house, especially vacuuming (where else can you do 20 minutes of intense activity that produces instant results and endless gratification until the animal hair tumbleweeds amass again by next morning?) I do hate cleaning the refrigerator. Wiping up the sticky river of unknown slime that gathers under the fruit and vegetable bins is my least favorite part. Not a big fan of emptying the dishwasher either, I admit.
- Losing earrings. Ever hopeful, I keep all my singles.
- Going for mammograms. Not just for the obvious pinch and squeeze reasons, but for two other reasons. It reminds me how fast time flies. It feels like it was only a few weeks ago that I sat in the waiting room, waiting to be called. As a nervous Jew, I’m also always waiting for the shoe to drop on my good fortune. Will this be the year?
- Talking on the phone. As a talker, I used to love this activity. Unless it’s a call from a friend from afar, I find myself feeling self-conscious and bored. I often find it hard to connect, as if I am out of practice. When did this happen?
- I hate when my phone or computer gets sick or dies. They should have a name for this catastrophe, which while certainly nowhere near as bad as when humans are inflicted, and much less frightening these days, now that most of my things are in a backed up cloud, still feels disruptive and slightly apocalyptic. It feels like a stroke of sorts, a technological stroke. Nothing is ever quite the same, for a long time at least.
- I hate being hot. I sleep with a ceiling fan, a huge Tornado fan, and often the AC too. I shudder to think what would happen if my spouse ran cold. Thankfully he loves the blowing wind as much as I do. In the summer, then it is hot and humid, lethargy is my only emotion.
- I don’t care for meetings much. I am a poor listener at best. Meetings are particularly challenging because interesting things are never uttered and progress is rarely made.
- Listening to voice mail.
- Ruining my coffee with sour milk.
- Forgetting my phone at home.
- Having to run into Walmart because I can’t find the item anywhere else and then realizing after I leave that I forgot one thing and have to go back in again.
- Disputing bills that appear to have mistakes, especially from insurance companies.
- Wearing old underwear with stretched out elastic around the legs. I can barely concentrate.
- Burning popcorn and the smell that remains forever.
- Being called back for additional mammograms views.