Snake Water-Works Nose Smashin'
Continue on and read the Fantastic and Wonderous adventures of Freaking-Out-Girl, in which our intrepid Hero nearly Pees on a Snake, gets Smashed in the Face, and Quits her Job!
But seriously, it's been a crazy month in every way possible. I've done some things to get my life back in motion again, and though it's exilerating to not feel stuck anymore, I'm also terrified.
First things first. I had an excellent weekend on Cape last week, though it was a bit screwy. On the first day there J and I were driving along the scenic highway from Sagamore to Bourne, a trip which normally takes 10 minutes, but because of it being asshead season-uh, I mean TOURIST season it took and hour and 15 minutes. We were not even 100 feet away from the Bourne rotary but I had to pee like it was my job. Ensuing conversation:
Me (tears in my eyes): Babe, I'm sorry but you have to pull over...
J: We're almost at the bridge!
Me: I know, but I really have to go NOW.
J: Try not to think about it. Tell me about the dream you had last night.
Me: I can't! I had a dream where I was swimming in a shit-ton of WATER! Pull over!
J: There are people there!
Me: I don't care!
So, he pulled over and I went dashing off into the woods. I start to find a hidden place and squat down to do my thing when I hear a rustling noise behind me. I turned around just in time to see a big black snake b-lining it for the woods. I was thinking, "OH MY GOD DON'T BITE MY ASS!" and it was probably thinking, "OH MY GOD DON'T PEE ON ME!"
Yeah, so that day was good, the next day I got clocked right on the nose with a frisbee disk, and it was pretty spectacular. There was blood and all!
And, on a final note: I gave my notice at work. I really can't be there any longer. Normally I would be patient, but I need to have a better situation as soon as possible. So I now have a month to find another job.
Shit.
But seriously, it's been a crazy month in every way possible. I've done some things to get my life back in motion again, and though it's exilerating to not feel stuck anymore, I'm also terrified.
First things first. I had an excellent weekend on Cape last week, though it was a bit screwy. On the first day there J and I were driving along the scenic highway from Sagamore to Bourne, a trip which normally takes 10 minutes, but because of it being asshead season-uh, I mean TOURIST season it took and hour and 15 minutes. We were not even 100 feet away from the Bourne rotary but I had to pee like it was my job. Ensuing conversation:
Me (tears in my eyes): Babe, I'm sorry but you have to pull over...
J: We're almost at the bridge!
Me: I know, but I really have to go NOW.
J: Try not to think about it. Tell me about the dream you had last night.
Me: I can't! I had a dream where I was swimming in a shit-ton of WATER! Pull over!
J: There are people there!
Me: I don't care!
So, he pulled over and I went dashing off into the woods. I start to find a hidden place and squat down to do my thing when I hear a rustling noise behind me. I turned around just in time to see a big black snake b-lining it for the woods. I was thinking, "OH MY GOD DON'T BITE MY ASS!" and it was probably thinking, "OH MY GOD DON'T PEE ON ME!"
Yeah, so that day was good, the next day I got clocked right on the nose with a frisbee disk, and it was pretty spectacular. There was blood and all!
And, on a final note: I gave my notice at work. I really can't be there any longer. Normally I would be patient, but I need to have a better situation as soon as possible. So I now have a month to find another job.
Shit.