I don’t know if I should feel sorry for my best friend or not. I gave her my cold – it was nicely gift wrapped and it had a bow – under the guise of just a simple visit. Considering that I still have to blow my nose occasionally and that I’m still not completely recovered, I really don’t think she’ll be having very much fun for the next week or so. I most certainly didn’t, and she has the immune system of a carrot. She hates oranges, and I think that’s the reason why she gets sick so much. She refuses to eat anything with citric acid in it, so it’s all her fault that she’s knocked out today.
Yesterday I went for ice cream, and while I was on my way (for I decided to walk and at least try to burn some of what I would be eating off), a pair of male mallard ducks started following me. They were quite literally on my tail, and they followed me from their pond (where their mates are probably looking over chicks) to the front of the ice cream store, where I promptly closed the door in their faces. They even waited outside for a short time while I was enjoying my double scoop of chocolate, but eventually they went back to the lake and their homes. I’m glad they didn’t start following me after I came back out – while small, woodland/ frequently featured cartoon animals can be really adorable, having them escort you away from their home is really creepy. I was also afraid that the ducks would attempt to bite me if I didn’t get away fast enough. For those of you who don’t know it or have never been too close to a duck when it’s hungry and have not found out that ducks have sharp edges on their bills that act like teeth, they do. When ducks bite, they bite hard.
For some reason the male coworker I keep complaining about chooses to ignore the fact that ducks bite, and that ducks bite hard. He acts completely insane around the little waterfowls, and talks down to them as one would do with a dog or a cat, or even a human baby. He tried to promote a group a few years back that was named ‘Hug a Duck’, and he even wanted to have a ‘Hug a Duck Day’. Fortunately, no duck came close enough to him for the guy to accomplish his goal of hugging a duck, but for a while, I almost wanted to take him to a lake and bring bread. I guess I really just wanted to see what would happen.
I saw the book that my Chinese class will be doing after they finish our current one. The idea of new material after all of the time that we’d spent going over this book we have now is exciting, but it’s just too little too late for me. I’ve already said that I won’t be doing this next class with them, and I mean it. The hope of more knowledge is not worth the constant degradation that I face going in there most days. The few positive days in there are the days when we have parties and no one cares enough to make rude or sarcastic results that do nothing but belie the distance between me and them. I wish it was a different situation, and that I could enjoy it enough to at least WANT to take another year, but I don’t.
Today was spent taking care of all of the little things that decided to pile up when I went to the project place yesterday. The project wasn’t a team thing, a select few of us were chosen to go and do it, so yesterday the people around and over me thought they’d pile some previously unknown paperwork on me. I got it sorted out before I left work, however, so all’s well that ends well.
I only have 22 more days of work, and then I will quit. Those would be work days, not the actual time left before my final day, but I think I’ll stick to whichever system of counting is the shortest. It’s almost tangible, and I feel like I’m a little kid and I’ve forgotten that the end of school isn’t the first official day of summer. Like the little kid, I can’t say that I care. I am doing little things right now like cleaning up both my locker and my general work area. I found that when I was in school it usually helped to start during the last month or so of school, so that when graduation day came around, I wouldn’t be stuck cleaning while all of my friends were yelling for me to hurry up so that we could kiss the school goodbye.
I’ve been walking recently with my roommates, and it’s an attempt to walk to the places we normally drive to in order to keep ourselves healthy. Right now our current goal is to the local bookstore, but we haven’t quite made it across the major highway that it’s on yet. It’s about two miles from where we live, and with the three of us, it takes us a little while to get much of anywhere. One of my roomies was hit by a car a few years ago, and she’s never really recovered from it. The money she was given in the settlement ran out before she could get her back properly aligned, so she walks a little slower and more cautiously than the rest of us would. We have tried walking slower for her, but she wants to go at normal speed and often goes ahead of us. Go figure.
From all of our figuring, we think we’ll want to be around our goal by early fall, when we’ll be able to just spend all day walking without having to worry about how hot it could be or having to stop every thirty or so minutes to reapply suntan lotion. I’m not so sure about the timeline, though. We are getting unusually high temperatures for this time of year, so we may be able to walk as early as August. That doesn’t sound like it would make sense, but let me explain: when heat comes this early, the weather begins to cool around mid August. So, it may be closer to the end of August that we might actually be able to walk to the Barnes and Noble. The key words were ‘may’ and ‘might’.
There are times when I’ve spent a good few hours in Barnes and Noble, and I think if I found a good place come closing, I might be able to live there permanently. They have food and additional places nearby, entertainment, I’d love to get a job there, and the bus stop is near the store. All I’d need would be a pillow and an air mattress to sleep on. The biggest problem would be finding a big enough place in the store that was protected from security or anyone who’d take an air mattress they saw laying out. The plan needs a little polishing (ok, a lot), and I’ll never put it into completion, but I think it could work. The prospect would be exciting, and I’d get to read all of the books I wanted to at no cost! Ya!
It felt very odd to relax yesterday. Mondays aren’t known for being days of relaxation, so when I DO relax on a Monday, it sort of sets me off my norm. I’m having Monday- I- just- want- it- to- be- over syndrome right now and I’ve found that when I have Mondayitis, nothing really works – well, that’s actually wrong. A bowl of chocolate ice cream does that trick perfectly. I think I may need to get some, especially after writing about it in reference to the ‘duck incident’. That ice cream was very good by the way, and cheaper than I expected it to be.
I’m having steak tonight, which will be very good. Steaks usually are if they are done right, but one of my roommates usually commandeers steak cooking and we just let her. She can cook very well, but she knows how to make the steak very tender and juicy without trying very hard at all. I love steak days.
I saw this one webpage when I was at a friend’s house, and I’ve just recently gotten to look at it more. It’s a glossary for the slang that doctors use on charts, and apparently more than one doctor has been called out on the slang while they were giving testimonies in court. Just remembering some of the phrases used is enough to make anyone smile and I’d suppose they’d be the ones who’d need it the most. For instance, did you know that Donorcycles is slang for a motorbike, which is the most frequent cause of donated organs? I didn’t, and I found out a lot just by reading the slang that doctors use in their day-to-day lives.
05.04.10
It’s only 6.41a, I must be overly tired, I just ran out for a drink and COMPLETELY forgot my badge and didn’t even realize it until I grabbed at my belt to let myself back in. ^_^’ thank God that Bob was right around the corner coming in. I can’t believe I did that…
Wow, it’s only 9.50a, it feels so much later. My skin is already flush from the moving that I am doing in the back. My left arm is quickly getting sore, and I need to stretch my back- what I wouldn’t do for a massage. Of course I know a guy who would LOVE to give me a massage, but then he’d want more, and it’d go into a direction that I don’t want to go again.
I was giving it a thought earlier- why do people get second chances? Shouldn’t your first chance be all you need? If I am not worth your 100% best effort the first time, what is so special about the second go around? It made me think about Little Bit, we obviously wanted different things, but even then, I never gave it my best go. When she called it off the first time, I was okay with that- that was a clear cut sign to me that I wasn’t as invested in this as she was- but that is how she is, she told me so the first time we met, she’s an intense person. But she wanted another shot at it, I didn’t mind one way or another, and we tried again- but again, I wasn’t invested in it, and finally she left me. I’m not sorry for it, I know I have my faults, and in my life, there isn’t room for much- when I am not busy at school or work I want to be alone a majority of the time. I want my life to be more interesting- other side of the fence I can see myself- I wake up, I go to work, I get home, I have two dogs and one cat to take care of, I am balancing a full time job with a full time student life- three classes, three days a week, loads of research and homework to do- which reminds me I need to get onto that LEEDs BS and get a few presentations set up for Saturday class –I can’t seem to sleep, I was awake until last 1 last night and I need to be awake by 530 and out of the house by 615a to get to work at 630 and everything is so busy and so hectic. When I get home, I take the dogs out, they need to stretch their legs, I need to feed them, and play with them, and then I have my downtime- I nap, or cook, or watch Torchwood and Doctor Who…
Maybe that’s it then; maybe I should scrap my Netflix account and just abandon the television and movies all together… But even reading I daydream about. Perhaps it is time to find new mind games, get around the logic and the puzzles. I have that Isis, but I think I need a few hints to that one.
Anyways… yesterday after class I finally tackled that back room, started moving things into the back bedroom and going through them, sifting through the shit that I don’t need, things that I need, and shit I can sell. Heh, I should have been putting things away into their proper place as I was going because now it’s all in a pile on the floor in the back bedroom and I laughed at myself- I can’t seem to keep the fucking floors clear of shit even when I am on my own. That’s why I need to get rid of half the crap I have- a single person does not need all of this shit! I need my computers, my Wii, my pots and pans, my books, my futon, pillows and blankets and that’s really about it. Why do I have all this shit?
2.55
HELL YEA!! Whoa- I just… meh, I don't have the energy to type it out, but I was awesome. Down to the minute I was FUCKIN awesome… I feel that, even sittin here at my desk willing away the remaining 5 minutes, if I were to close my eyes I'd just go comatose for a few hours. That R really jumped kicked me today, I feel great- I feel alive! I FEEL SO FUCKIN SORE!!!! And God do I LOVE IT! My back is pullin, my arms are already forming bruises, my legs are on the verge of giving out… I didn't make my deadline, but it was a great feeling, it was like the deadline was pulling close like a noose, the guys from Sys were there tearing down their lot and I was rushing to get mine in… *SIGH*… its moments like that- sadly only those moments- that get me out of bed anymore. Tomorrow will be another hellish day at work. I better get some Concon and maybe have a few redbulls on hand just incase. Meeka wasn't pleased with my system, she was all "Why do I have to take it all the way down there?" seriously? Is it so heavy that you can't carry it ten more paces? I told her she could just put it on the floor and I would take it over, but she just got all huffy about it and took it to the end and threw it on the shelf- in no order, in no beauty, just slop drop. Oh well, you can't please people- My system works, I know how it works and since I am the ONLY FUCKIN ONE DOIN THE MANUAL LABOR they can all shove it. I need to get in before Bob tomorrow and get some numbers pulled- anyways, its 3.
Until another time
k@
4.36
I have to meet Mik, get my books, gather my research and get to class, find time to finish the labs for Physics and the questions, and also need to organize the back room again- finish it at least, get that pile of crap off the floor, and go grocery shopping- I need a broom, a ringer mop, pinesol, eggs, buffalo meat… other things, I have written it all down. Damn the day, never enough hours in it to get all the things done.
Ah well,
ado
k@
David Carver