Journal entries in 'Ruminations' for March, 2005

When I make peanut butter and jelly (actually preserves; jelly is gross) sandwiches, I always spread the peanut butter first, even though it would make a little more sense to do it the other way since jelly doesn't stick to the knife as much as peanut butter does, so you get less cross-over when you don't feel like cleaning the knife between applications. I think this is because I consider peanut butter more substantial than jelly. It would seem wrong to spread the jelly first. That'd be sort of like eating dessert before your meal.

Additionally, I always put the peanut butter on the left slice of bread and the jelly on the right. This just makes sense because, being primarily a speaker of western languages, I'm used to thinking right-to-left. However, it's at odds with my usual strategy, where I tend to favor the right-hand choice when making a decision, due to the fact that I'm right-handed.

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Well, I've become quite a punctual person lately, at least with regards to getting to work. For the longest time, it was pretty much standard for me to leave for work right around the time I was ostensibly supposed to be arriving (or later), so it was normal for me to arrive between 20-40 minutes late for work. This wasn't too big a deal, as nobody here really minds. However, now that I'm working 8pm-6am, I relieve the daytime guys, who work 10am-8pm, and often they are the only ones here. So if I'm late, they have to stay late and wait for me. Thus, punctuality became more important. Surprisingly, I realized today that I've actually managed to make the transformation. I now get here between 745-8pm very reliably, usually walking in the door right around 7:58. It's a very satisfying and rewarding feeling, sort of like the experience of turning in an assignment that I experienced occasionally. I never would have thought I could actually learn to be on time for anything. Take that, Danielle, not coming out with us just because I was 45 minutes late to pick you up! And yet you kept my stuffed cow that moos three times. But victory is mine!! Except you still have my cow. And my sweatshirt.