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Oct. 11th, 2002 11:27 pmWas struck with undesirable introspection tonight, and thusly spent a good part of tonight wandering around in a funk trying to figure out What It All Really Means. And then I found A Few Good Men on TBS and I realized dude, who cares.
The last few days have been a roller coaster of minor inconveniences, which I will note here even though they're boring because, well, it's my journal and I have that kind of power. On Wednesday night we ordered subs for dinner, and on my way out to pick them up, I caught my heel on the front stoop and went over like a board onto the sidewalk below me. Let me tell you, I am still feeling that tumble. Mostly in my right side.
No permanent damage, but really! So embarrassing! It was nighttime and I turned on the light by the front door when I left so I fell right in the halo of light it offered and anyone looking in the direction of my house would have seen me do it. And then would have seen me lie there for a minute laughing at how funny it was. It kind of sucked, though. Falling like that is made more fun if there's a friend there to witness it. By yourself, it's kind of pathetic.
I have been exceptionally spacey ever since. I wonder if the tumble dislodged that one sector of the brain devoted to keeping me operational. Yesterday the general post-fall achiness caused me to attribute the telling pre-monthly visitor mild cramps to general post-fall achiness and well, let's just say it's a good thing I was wearing black. And then I met some friends for dinner but had forgotten my wallet and had to bum off of them. And then today I found this pair of jeans in my closet that I haven't worn in forever and got all excited about having a new pair of jeans to add to my casual wardrobe, and that was all well and good until I was sitting in my car halfway to work and looked down to notice the MASSIVE orange stain on the left leg which was the reason I never wear said jeans. I think it's rust or something. I don't know, half of my clothes are messed up because I spilled one thing or another on them, it's hard to keep track. And tonight I drove the wrong way down a one-way street and only realized it when I was sitting at an intersection wondering why the streetlight wasn't giving me a green light or any real indication when it was my turn to go.
Other news of note: I am often bitter about my job because it is stressful and busy and, well, doesn't afford me the amount of slack time I would appreciate in a job, but honestly? It's not so bad. Mainly because the people I work with are pleasant. Well, mostly pleasant. Ok, there are at least three pleasant people I work with, and blessedly one of them is Mr. Boss, who called from his lunch out with the law clerk and the new baby lawyer to get dessert orders from all the secretaries, and also let me leave at three with the rest of the office even though I had oodles of work left, and also asked me about the job interview I had last week. When I told him I didn't get it, he was all nice and helpful and told me to call certain people up about sitting in on zoning boards and I didn't have the heart to tell him that it was the whole sitting on zoning boards thing that kind of turned me off of the reporting gig in the first place.
Speaking of the reporting gig, yes, I was cruelly denied. Or to quote the oh-so-cheesy Keith Hernandez Just For Men commercial of late, I was "REEE-JECTED!" It's just as well. I didn't want the job anyway (really! I didn't! Look at my entry from this weekend BEFORE they rejected me! This isn't a defense mechanism), but it would still be cool to be the one doing the turning down instead of being turned down myself. How dare they, like I did, recognize how incompatible I am with the job? Bastards!
And that's all that's fit to print for now.
The last few days have been a roller coaster of minor inconveniences, which I will note here even though they're boring because, well, it's my journal and I have that kind of power. On Wednesday night we ordered subs for dinner, and on my way out to pick them up, I caught my heel on the front stoop and went over like a board onto the sidewalk below me. Let me tell you, I am still feeling that tumble. Mostly in my right side.
No permanent damage, but really! So embarrassing! It was nighttime and I turned on the light by the front door when I left so I fell right in the halo of light it offered and anyone looking in the direction of my house would have seen me do it. And then would have seen me lie there for a minute laughing at how funny it was. It kind of sucked, though. Falling like that is made more fun if there's a friend there to witness it. By yourself, it's kind of pathetic.
I have been exceptionally spacey ever since. I wonder if the tumble dislodged that one sector of the brain devoted to keeping me operational. Yesterday the general post-fall achiness caused me to attribute the telling pre-monthly visitor mild cramps to general post-fall achiness and well, let's just say it's a good thing I was wearing black. And then I met some friends for dinner but had forgotten my wallet and had to bum off of them. And then today I found this pair of jeans in my closet that I haven't worn in forever and got all excited about having a new pair of jeans to add to my casual wardrobe, and that was all well and good until I was sitting in my car halfway to work and looked down to notice the MASSIVE orange stain on the left leg which was the reason I never wear said jeans. I think it's rust or something. I don't know, half of my clothes are messed up because I spilled one thing or another on them, it's hard to keep track. And tonight I drove the wrong way down a one-way street and only realized it when I was sitting at an intersection wondering why the streetlight wasn't giving me a green light or any real indication when it was my turn to go.
Other news of note: I am often bitter about my job because it is stressful and busy and, well, doesn't afford me the amount of slack time I would appreciate in a job, but honestly? It's not so bad. Mainly because the people I work with are pleasant. Well, mostly pleasant. Ok, there are at least three pleasant people I work with, and blessedly one of them is Mr. Boss, who called from his lunch out with the law clerk and the new baby lawyer to get dessert orders from all the secretaries, and also let me leave at three with the rest of the office even though I had oodles of work left, and also asked me about the job interview I had last week. When I told him I didn't get it, he was all nice and helpful and told me to call certain people up about sitting in on zoning boards and I didn't have the heart to tell him that it was the whole sitting on zoning boards thing that kind of turned me off of the reporting gig in the first place.
Speaking of the reporting gig, yes, I was cruelly denied. Or to quote the oh-so-cheesy Keith Hernandez Just For Men commercial of late, I was "REEE-JECTED!" It's just as well. I didn't want the job anyway (really! I didn't! Look at my entry from this weekend BEFORE they rejected me! This isn't a defense mechanism), but it would still be cool to be the one doing the turning down instead of being turned down myself. How dare they, like I did, recognize how incompatible I am with the job? Bastards!
And that's all that's fit to print for now.
