Music players are EVIL!

Jane Goodall came to speak at our office last Thursday. It was amazing seeing and hearing the woman speak for real.
I actually got goosebumps laying eyes on her for the first time as she walked into the room. And then my music player went and spoiled it all...

You've seen that 'Beware, the evil-cell-phone-users-zapping-aliens are watching' they show in theatres before movies start..Well, if those aliens are for real, I would've been zapped to atoms during the Jane Goodall talk.

Being ignored when it's so used to being pampered and given all my attention, my music player decided it was bored and wanted to drown out Jane's voice I guess and I-Don't-Know-How-In-The-World-It-Happened suddenly blared out Vince Gill and Patti Loveless singing at the top of their voices!

Oh the shame! the agony! the embarassment!

I frantically tried switching it off but in my panic kept hitting the wrong buttons, finally threw it to the person sitting next to me, who also failed at that most important mission. The person sitting next to the person sitting next to me bravely took it from her and also gave it her all, but music player decided to remain stubbornly uncooperative in her hands as well! I had to walk out with the wailing music player in my hands while everyone glared at me. I'm sure at that moment, I was hated by every single person in the room. I could almost hear people gnashing their teeth at me.

Been waiting ever since for my defense mechanism to kick in and block out the incident from my thoughts and my head's memory card and be able to sleep in peace, but defence mechanisms are never around when you need them.

So I've decided to tackle this head on and shout about it non-stop instead and hopefully accelerate the embarrasment-wearing-off and memory-erasing process. Think it'll work?

Anyway, what's blared has blared. Nothing to be done now. Lord, please just don't let me remember it on my bed in the middle of the night again.

I never thought I'd ever get to see Jane Goodall beyond my TV screen and magazines. Despite the trauma I went through during her talk, it was still great seeing and hearing her in person. I grew up idolizing Dian Fossey, she created so many dreams in me. And then there was Jane Goodall and the chimpanzees. I never dreamed of beauty contests and glittering crowns and gowns and shoes, instead I dreamt of khaki shorts and hunting boots and African Mountain Gorillas.

There were lots of inspirations to be found even before cable TV and the internet in that house filled with National Geographic mags. Dad and his books and magazines! I think that's one of the things I miss most about living in the same house with him.

Dian Fossey and Jane Goodall contributed a lot to my taking up Zoology in college. I always believed I would end up doing something worthwhile like them. However, dreams stopped when I started working. Now look at me, I've ended up being the queen of all Jills-of-all-trades-masters-of-none. I thought I'd take a year's break from college and go back after gaining some work experience. But now the thought of college scares me, but I guess the thought of being paycheck-less scares me more.
Anyone wanna fund me? :)