blast from the past and editorial attacks
Feb. 1st, 2003 03:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fearlesstempI'm at that point of tiredness where it's just too much GD effort to get up and walk down the hall and begin the wild and wacky adventures of personal hygeine that precede going to bed. Stupid teeth, with the whole needing-to-be-brushed-twice-daily. Such prima donnas.
Anyway! Exciting adventures at Casa Jess: Came home tonight to two (2) messages on the answering machine from Grandpa. Both directed to me, both rather slurred (which is really par for the course the last few years, both because he's getting on in years and because he makes most of his phone calls while eating in front of the TV).
Message One: (Deep sigh) Jessica, it's Grandpa. Call me when you get in. (leaves phone number like he's some stranger)
Mom: He probably wants you to go grocery shopping with him.
Me: Oh God.
Message Two: (Deep sigh) Jessica, it's Grandpa. I need your help (mumble mumble) attack (mumble mumble) please call. (Again, leaves phone number)
Mom, Dad, and Me: (Stare at machine in horrified [and, on my part, guilty b/c of the whole "Oh God" over grocery shopping] silence)
Me: Where's the phone? WHERE'S THE PHONE?
I get the phone, punch in the number, and do my best not to panic.
Grandpa: Hello?
Me: Grandpa?
Grandpa: Jessica! Hello!
Me: Grandpa! Are you ok?
Grandpa: Me? I'm fine, how are you?
Me: I'm fine, than-- hold on, you said something about an attack?
Grandpa: Oh yes, someone wrote a letter to the editor -- someone from the [random] County Faith Choice Alliance ATTACKING my letter and --
Me: Oh. So you're not lying prone on the bathroom floor?
Grandpa: ...No.
Me: Ok. And you needed my help...
Grandpa: Well, I no longer have a secretary to type these up for me, I was wondering if I could dictate it to you over the phone and bring it over for me to sign.
Me: Sure. Why not. Sounds like fun.
And so I have my 7PM appointment on Sunday with Big Jim writing up some insane-o letter to the newspaper. Should be fun! I mean, there are plenty of pro-life people who are perfectly well-mannered and logical and nice, but, how can I put this delicately? My grandfather so is not one of them. So this should be an interesting assignment.
Went out to dinner with the 'rents tonight and ran into the younger sister of my best friend in elementary school. Weirdness! It was funny to see her looking all grown up and stuff. Bridget is living down in the city, working at a big exciting job at MTV, and I'm all "Yeah, I'm exploring the exciting field of temporary legal secretarial work. Sure, it's boring and unrewarding and my boss makes me go to the drug store to by him cough medicine, but the firm pays for my parking! Score!"
Ah, am so exhausted! Am too tired to care about how pointless this entry is. Apologies for spamming, all!
Anyway! Exciting adventures at Casa Jess: Came home tonight to two (2) messages on the answering machine from Grandpa. Both directed to me, both rather slurred (which is really par for the course the last few years, both because he's getting on in years and because he makes most of his phone calls while eating in front of the TV).
Message One: (Deep sigh) Jessica, it's Grandpa. Call me when you get in. (leaves phone number like he's some stranger)
Mom: He probably wants you to go grocery shopping with him.
Me: Oh God.
Message Two: (Deep sigh) Jessica, it's Grandpa. I need your help (mumble mumble) attack (mumble mumble) please call. (Again, leaves phone number)
Mom, Dad, and Me: (Stare at machine in horrified [and, on my part, guilty b/c of the whole "Oh God" over grocery shopping] silence)
Me: Where's the phone? WHERE'S THE PHONE?
I get the phone, punch in the number, and do my best not to panic.
Grandpa: Hello?
Me: Grandpa?
Grandpa: Jessica! Hello!
Me: Grandpa! Are you ok?
Grandpa: Me? I'm fine, how are you?
Me: I'm fine, than-- hold on, you said something about an attack?
Grandpa: Oh yes, someone wrote a letter to the editor -- someone from the [random] County Faith Choice Alliance ATTACKING my letter and --
Me: Oh. So you're not lying prone on the bathroom floor?
Grandpa: ...No.
Me: Ok. And you needed my help...
Grandpa: Well, I no longer have a secretary to type these up for me, I was wondering if I could dictate it to you over the phone and bring it over for me to sign.
Me: Sure. Why not. Sounds like fun.
And so I have my 7PM appointment on Sunday with Big Jim writing up some insane-o letter to the newspaper. Should be fun! I mean, there are plenty of pro-life people who are perfectly well-mannered and logical and nice, but, how can I put this delicately? My grandfather so is not one of them. So this should be an interesting assignment.
Went out to dinner with the 'rents tonight and ran into the younger sister of my best friend in elementary school. Weirdness! It was funny to see her looking all grown up and stuff. Bridget is living down in the city, working at a big exciting job at MTV, and I'm all "Yeah, I'm exploring the exciting field of temporary legal secretarial work. Sure, it's boring and unrewarding and my boss makes me go to the drug store to by him cough medicine, but the firm pays for my parking! Score!"
Ah, am so exhausted! Am too tired to care about how pointless this entry is. Apologies for spamming, all!
