I woke up this morning and I thought, Oh no not getting out of bed again...
I went to get in the shower and thought, Why does it have to be SO wet?
I got into my car today and thought, Man, these heated seats just can't get warm fast enough, can they?
I arrived at work today and thought, God damn, there is never a parking spot close enough when I am late.
I went to my desk and saw Bonnie and decided that things were looking up. I said, "Did you watch Transformers? Are you hyped about Optimus Prime now too??"
And Bonnie said many wonderful things and Neha came and she said some things too. We talked about dresses and shoes and jackets all things that are lovely.
Then Chris came and said I needed to send two emails so I sent them and thought, Wow, I get paid to do really easy things...
And then the world kind of ended for a while and there was much discussion about all of the things that I am capable of getting wrong and how I could possibly avoid them in the future and howdidbonniedescribeit many flying limbs and dragons breathing fire and all because someone wanted us to say christmas instead of holiday and there are obvious reasons why we wouldn't say christmas but farbeit for me to explain it because I am new and should agree to know nothing...
So I went to lunch and I sang, "I hope it stays dark forever!! I hope the worst isn't OVER!! I hope you blink before I do. And I hope I NEVER get sober!! and I hope when you think of me years down the line, you can't find one good thing to say...and I hope that if I ever found the strength to walk out, you'd stay the hell out of my way!!"
And I felt better and Neha was a little frightened but still laughing like a good sport.
The rest of the day went much like the others:
I did things and thought, I wish I didn't have to do this.
And I said things and thought, This is pretty self-explanatory.
I told Chris things and he said, "He'll blow a gasket!"
And I thought, How appropriate that he would use an automotive cliche...
And then I wondered for a while how to put a French accent on a letter in this program without using character map. (That's not true; I'm wondering it now. Worse: I know what the accent is called but if I said it in French then I would need more...)
The afternoon got better. I only thought, Oh god kill me now! six or maybe seven times an hour from then on.
I drove home on the 407 because I thought, If someone cuts me off I might just want to kill them.
And I'm not a big fan of jail.
I got to my parents to have dinner and Andrew said, "Can you make the hamburger patties?" but I realized that I had to go home because there were none of those things that girls sometimes need in a house full of boys.
So here I am, thinking, Only I could get locked out of a can of soup...
So I went to lunch and I sang, "I hope it stays dark forever!! I hope the worst isn't OVER!! I hope you blink before I do. And I hope I NEVER get sober!! and I hope when you think of me years down the line, you can't find one good thing to say...and I hope that if I ever found the strength to walk out, you'd stay the hell out of my way!!"
And I felt better and Neha was a little frightened but still laughing like a good sport.
The rest of the day went much like the others:
I did things and thought, I wish I didn't have to do this.
And I said things and thought, This is pretty self-explanatory.
I told Chris things and he said, "He'll blow a gasket!"
And I thought, How appropriate that he would use an automotive cliche...
And then I wondered for a while how to put a French accent on a letter in this program without using character map. (That's not true; I'm wondering it now. Worse: I know what the accent is called but if I said it in French then I would need more...)
The afternoon got better. I only thought, Oh god kill me now! six or maybe seven times an hour from then on.
I drove home on the 407 because I thought, If someone cuts me off I might just want to kill them.
And I'm not a big fan of jail.
I got to my parents to have dinner and Andrew said, "Can you make the hamburger patties?" but I realized that I had to go home because there were none of those things that girls sometimes need in a house full of boys.
So here I am, thinking, Only I could get locked out of a can of soup...
