Like molasses in January
I am so bored at work. I have nothing to do. I am done all my stuff for this week, and most of my stuff for next. Geoff and I were talking about this last night with Kelly. Both he and I have nothing to do, but she is swamped. I guess we know where the busy-fairy visited. The only bad thing about working full time is that I run out of things to do. I have been here since 8:15 this morning, and I have managed to make coffee, drink a cup, eat a PB&J toast sandwich, talk to three people on the phone, respond to everyone on my previous post, and have a sneezing fit.
I also sat in my kitchen area, finishing my coffee, watching two guys walking around on the roof of the building across the parking lot. I guess they were doing an insurance claim thing or something because they were taking pictures. It was either that, or a really odd photo shoot of old men. Hmm... that makes me think though... It would be cool to get Modern Republic on a roof, maybe a la U2, for a shoot. I'll have to remember to talk to them about that. ANYWAY... after watching these guys, I started thinking about possible escape routes if I was to be chased onto that roof by terrorists or drug smugglers. At first I thought that I would get on the roof and sit on the hatch door, but then I thought that they could just shoot me (bad people always have guns) through what looked like flimsly metal. Also, I am a fairly substantial woman, and wouldn't trust sitting on the door. so then I thought that I could run over to the other part of the building, and lower myself over the edge, onto a water pipe and shimmy down to escape. The problem with that is that I have little upper body strength, so would probably plummet to my death or severe pain if I tried that. Plus, I am neither a Cabaret singer, jazz dancer, or gay man, and as such, I do NOT shimmy. So then I figures I would jump into the tree at the other end of the building and scoot down, while being hidden from view by the branches. This seems the best idea. The only downfall, no pun intended, is that it is an evergreen type tree, so the needles would probably hurt my hands. Oh well, better than being shot I guess. I think that I am now going to plot an escape route from every location I find myself in. You know, what with the terrorists being in Canada now. Although really, how can they prosecute someone for wanting to behead the Prime Minister? Who hasn't wanted to cut off Stephen Harper's head at some point? Lipstick and eyeliner wearing bigot. Oh goody! The phone!
Damn, nothing interesting.
Hmmm... what else is new and unusual. My little brother graduates tomorrow. I am so proud of him. That now means we are done with high school in my family, unless my sister decides to go back. But who knows with her. I am being sent as the ambassador of seat saving by my family tomorrow. Basically, I am a glorified guard dog, and get to growl at anyone who tries to take one of the seats I am saving for the family. That should be fun. For real.
The weather is strange today. It is overcast and is threatening rain, and is slightly windy. This is my favourite kind of weather. For some reason, it makes me feel powerful, like I am in touch with the world.
I am back to my old sleep habits, like I was whe I was with Glen. I fall asleep watching TV and movies, almost instantly. I don't feel anymore tired lately than in the recent past, but maybe my body knows something my mind doesn't. Either that or Rye has based on his narcolepsy to me. Is narcolepsy contagious?
Alright, enough of this blather. I am going to go and see if I can find soemthing to do. Or buy a pack of smokes. Anything to flee from the sudden influx of idiots calling me. Have a great day everyone!
I also sat in my kitchen area, finishing my coffee, watching two guys walking around on the roof of the building across the parking lot. I guess they were doing an insurance claim thing or something because they were taking pictures. It was either that, or a really odd photo shoot of old men. Hmm... that makes me think though... It would be cool to get Modern Republic on a roof, maybe a la U2, for a shoot. I'll have to remember to talk to them about that. ANYWAY... after watching these guys, I started thinking about possible escape routes if I was to be chased onto that roof by terrorists or drug smugglers. At first I thought that I would get on the roof and sit on the hatch door, but then I thought that they could just shoot me (bad people always have guns) through what looked like flimsly metal. Also, I am a fairly substantial woman, and wouldn't trust sitting on the door. so then I thought that I could run over to the other part of the building, and lower myself over the edge, onto a water pipe and shimmy down to escape. The problem with that is that I have little upper body strength, so would probably plummet to my death or severe pain if I tried that. Plus, I am neither a Cabaret singer, jazz dancer, or gay man, and as such, I do NOT shimmy. So then I figures I would jump into the tree at the other end of the building and scoot down, while being hidden from view by the branches. This seems the best idea. The only downfall, no pun intended, is that it is an evergreen type tree, so the needles would probably hurt my hands. Oh well, better than being shot I guess. I think that I am now going to plot an escape route from every location I find myself in. You know, what with the terrorists being in Canada now. Although really, how can they prosecute someone for wanting to behead the Prime Minister? Who hasn't wanted to cut off Stephen Harper's head at some point? Lipstick and eyeliner wearing bigot. Oh goody! The phone!
Damn, nothing interesting.
Hmmm... what else is new and unusual. My little brother graduates tomorrow. I am so proud of him. That now means we are done with high school in my family, unless my sister decides to go back. But who knows with her. I am being sent as the ambassador of seat saving by my family tomorrow. Basically, I am a glorified guard dog, and get to growl at anyone who tries to take one of the seats I am saving for the family. That should be fun. For real.
The weather is strange today. It is overcast and is threatening rain, and is slightly windy. This is my favourite kind of weather. For some reason, it makes me feel powerful, like I am in touch with the world.
I am back to my old sleep habits, like I was whe I was with Glen. I fall asleep watching TV and movies, almost instantly. I don't feel anymore tired lately than in the recent past, but maybe my body knows something my mind doesn't. Either that or Rye has based on his narcolepsy to me. Is narcolepsy contagious?
Alright, enough of this blather. I am going to go and see if I can find soemthing to do. Or buy a pack of smokes. Anything to flee from the sudden influx of idiots calling me. Have a great day everyone!