I probably spent last ight snoring since I have half a stuffed nose and one voice box on it's way out. I keep clearing my throat like I can never get it cleared.
Bummer. Head chest cold.
Thank you very much work for sticking my ass on a day to day basis in front of a window where it is cold outside and then having me do dishes in between orders so that I may enjoy this, and to further promote misery, they don't want anyone to call in. Even if they are sick. Doesn't matter if you *always* stay if they ask you to, it doesn't matter if you come in on your days off. Fuckers.
I was told that I would be there until about mid January too, until they can get all the new people trained. Where's my lottery ticket?
Anyhow, I am getting this place done, bit by bit. It isn't easy because I see so much stuff that I just don't need. I think at some point in my life I began buying things compulsively. I am looking at these things and thinking, "But it's nice." And on the other hand I say, "But you don't entertain. You don't need four chips and dips platters. And while you are at it, since there are only two of you, and no one comes over anyways, you should get rid of all those damn wine glasses too. Wish I could find my hanging wine glass rack.
So, I am caught between boxing everything for a yard sale, and just taking it to a dumpster. Still. I think I said this before.
If you notice a little overwhelment on my part, you would be right. But it's my own damn fault.
Either way, I've decided that I am going to spend one whole day this weekend on editing. I trudge through it like sludge, but the sludge is giving way a bit easier.
Tonight, I am probably going to go to Columbus and raid the storage unit. Unless I can arrange to have John's car fixed. That would be nice.
I walked into the bank last night and this one (sleezy) bank teller was hitting on some security repair dude. "you look like Edward Norton." I wanted to pipe up. "Oh no. No, he does not." Then she was like, "My face is *so* tight. Feel it." In this obnoxious snobby voice. Even my teller shook her head. "She had a chemical peel. I think she's crazy" She said. I get the impression that snobby-chemical-chemical-peel-bank-teller-chic is always like this. It's not the first time I've gone to the bank and spaced myself so that I didn't have to have her as a teller. The woman I had as a teller was very nicely dress. Didn't look like she belonged in a library. Didn't look overdressed. She looked like she had class. It was half an hour before quitting time. Her clothes looked nice, albeit I thought two of the colors didn't mix well but it appeared to be a set, not a mix up, her make up still impecable. Get on with your classy self.
I like the holidays, but woudl you understand it if I said that I wished that they were over? How dare they interfere with my schedule.
Less than one month until ROTK.
suhweet.
xx
Posted by hawkie at November 21, 2003 07:24 AM