Wednesday is 'Anything Can Happen Day'
Some mornings you just wish you didn't have to get out of bed. . .
It was cold this morning and I could not figure out why, but when I went to take a shower and there was no hot water I realized that I had not heard the radiator once all night. I let the water run for a long time as I sat on the toilet seat with my face buried in my hands, occasionally reaching out blindly to test the water temperature - cringing as I did it, readying myself for the blast of icy cold or the scalding heat. . . but the latter was just a fool's hope. There had been no hot water the night before when I went to do the dishes, I did not expect it to miraculously come back now.
So, I had to settle for the wash the face, brush the teeth in the sink with cold water and an extra spray of deodorant. I usually brush my teeth in the shower. I usually let the nearly scalding water wash over my body as I turn my face into the spray and let the drowsiness get beaten away as I moan.
I enjoy moaning. I do "moaning therapy" every morning. . . Leting a primordeal croak echo up out of my body, expelled by all the bad air sitting in my lungs all night, until I have to take a deep breath back in.
No seat on the very crowded subway, and the train stood motionless just before entering the tunnel from the outside into the 36th street station. People were all up in my space. . I mean, not that I mind so much because where else do they have to go? But still, in those close quarters people owe to everyone else to be a little more conscious of your body and your space and your bag.
Finally, I arrive at work to see an email entitled, "Regarding Extra Work Hours. . ."
This was the text of it:
O -
I setup a meeting for tomorrow at 4:00 to discuss this with the Production guys...
I. is pushing to work extra hours on certain days for the whole team to catch up on Projects...
H. is the only one i discussed this with, but we can address the whole group together tomorrow.
Here is what i am supposed to offer for Production team when we work past 8:00pm (all of us as a team)
Cab Rides home will be reimbursed (must get Voucher)
Free Meals on Ian's Credit Card for the group
We can discuss tomorrow...
J
Yeah, like that is going to happen. . . I mean, I am not going to do it, regardless. My time is too precious to be spent in this soul-sucking place anymore than I absolutely have to. And I am totally confused by the "all of us as a team" comment - does that mean, we all have to do it or else the other people won't get the wonderful reward of a take-out dinner and a cab home! Whoopee! That makes it so totally worth it. . . . Not.
We'll see what happens when I let it be known not only that I will not play along, but will encourage the folks in my group to not do it either.
Lastly, I just got a handful of phone calls from an unknown number in Illinois where I heard nothing but Cher's "Do You Believe in Life After Love?" song, and there was no response to my repeated "Hello?" I only know one person in Illinois that might call me - so I can only assume it was an accident (though the fact that it happened four times in a row within a minute or three makes that hard to swallow) - but still a very weird accident.
I hope my day improves.
It was cold this morning and I could not figure out why, but when I went to take a shower and there was no hot water I realized that I had not heard the radiator once all night. I let the water run for a long time as I sat on the toilet seat with my face buried in my hands, occasionally reaching out blindly to test the water temperature - cringing as I did it, readying myself for the blast of icy cold or the scalding heat. . . but the latter was just a fool's hope. There had been no hot water the night before when I went to do the dishes, I did not expect it to miraculously come back now.
So, I had to settle for the wash the face, brush the teeth in the sink with cold water and an extra spray of deodorant. I usually brush my teeth in the shower. I usually let the nearly scalding water wash over my body as I turn my face into the spray and let the drowsiness get beaten away as I moan.
I enjoy moaning. I do "moaning therapy" every morning. . . Leting a primordeal croak echo up out of my body, expelled by all the bad air sitting in my lungs all night, until I have to take a deep breath back in.
No seat on the very crowded subway, and the train stood motionless just before entering the tunnel from the outside into the 36th street station. People were all up in my space. . I mean, not that I mind so much because where else do they have to go? But still, in those close quarters people owe to everyone else to be a little more conscious of your body and your space and your bag.
Finally, I arrive at work to see an email entitled, "Regarding Extra Work Hours. . ."
This was the text of it:
O -
I setup a meeting for tomorrow at 4:00 to discuss this with the Production guys...
I. is pushing to work extra hours on certain days for the whole team to catch up on Projects...
H. is the only one i discussed this with, but we can address the whole group together tomorrow.
Here is what i am supposed to offer for Production team when we work past 8:00pm (all of us as a team)
Cab Rides home will be reimbursed (must get Voucher)
Free Meals on Ian's Credit Card for the group
We can discuss tomorrow...
J
Yeah, like that is going to happen. . . I mean, I am not going to do it, regardless. My time is too precious to be spent in this soul-sucking place anymore than I absolutely have to. And I am totally confused by the "all of us as a team" comment - does that mean, we all have to do it or else the other people won't get the wonderful reward of a take-out dinner and a cab home! Whoopee! That makes it so totally worth it. . . . Not.
We'll see what happens when I let it be known not only that I will not play along, but will encourage the folks in my group to not do it either.
Lastly, I just got a handful of phone calls from an unknown number in Illinois where I heard nothing but Cher's "Do You Believe in Life After Love?" song, and there was no response to my repeated "Hello?" I only know one person in Illinois that might call me - so I can only assume it was an accident (though the fact that it happened four times in a row within a minute or three makes that hard to swallow) - but still a very weird accident.
I hope my day improves.