Barb’s Burblings

I just finished reading Bossypants, Tina Fey’s book. Getting it was something of an epic quest–I wound up on the queue for it at the library twice (missed my pick-up the first time because I was in Russia), so I’ve essentially been on a waiting list for it since, like, March. Anyway, it’s a really enjoyable book. I’ve been watching 30 Rock compulsively since it went into syndication. It’s on from 5:30 until 8 every night–and it’s on twice in one of those time slots. (Unfortunately, another station that airs it at 11 airs one of the episodes from an earlier timeslot, which I always forget and wind up frustrated.) So actually, reading the book now was perfect timing.

Fey is very relateable, and one of my favorite passages was this, from page 173, when she finds out that the pilot was picked up:

I was a little excited but mostly blorft. “Blorft” is an adjective I just made up that means “Completely overwhelmed by proceeding as if everything is fine and reacting to stress with the torpor of a possum.” I have been blorft every day for the past seven years.

I LOVE it. Mostly because that’s exactly how I react to feeling overwhelmed. I needed a word for that feeling when I have 8 million things to do, but all I can focus on is playing Doodle Jump on my iPod Touch. One of the questions my boss asks in job interviews is how people react to stress. The only indication I give that I’m stressed (for the most part) is that my desk gets really messy.

Like everyone else, I totally want to be BFFs with Tina.