The Optimist and The Pessimist
January 14, 2010
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Hmmm…not the appropriate quote for my story here.
Desperate times makes it clear whether you are an optimist or a pessimist.
Yap, that’s more like it.
Today I started my first batch of thermophilic composting. So today’s work consists of chopping up water lettuce, dry leaves, and freshly -mown grass.
With two pairs of scissors. Go figure.
1st pair of scissors: So many leaves.
2nd pair of scissors: Yeah.
1st pair of scissors: Hmmm…how many more do we have to cut?
2nd pair of scissors: Lots more to go.
1st pair of scissors: *sighs* Let’s just forget the whole research, drop out of school and get married.
2nd pair of scissors: *laughs*
After the cuttings are done, came the setting up of appliances.
1st pair of scissors: Hey, aren’t they supposed to be immersed in water? They kept floating up on the surface.
2nd pair of scissors: Ummm…how about putting rocks to hold them down?
1st pair of scissors: Ummm…okay. Where are the rocks?
2nd pair of scissors: Arrrgh, I give up. Let’s just forget the whole research, drop out of school and get married.
As it turns out, one of the scissors is a pessimist and the other one is a faux optimist. =p
*The scissors didn’t mean anything they say, they claim to have been under the influence…of stress.*