Don't let the bastards grind you down
Having a lot of time to myself all at once is weird... Especially when one is in a period of transition, it can be kind of unsettling.
I had a four-day weekend starting on Thursday. I worked Monday. Now I have off today and tomorrow.
On Friday, we went to Philly as planned. Driving there actually wasn't that awful, but that's probably because I didn't drive in Center City. I took the Blue Route to 76 to Roosevelt Boulevard. Jenny intended to have a St. Patrick's Day party, but her friend Yuliya (pronounced Julia), Rebecca and I were the only ones in attendance. Rebecca and Yuliya hit it off right away, which made me happy, because Rebecca needs more local (or at least, semi-local) friends. The only downside is that Jenny and I didn't get to talk much or catch up because the two of them were engaged in almost constant, rapid-fire conversation. Hehe.
We went to a wonderful, all-vegetarian Indian buffet. Then we ventured to Sisters, a lesbian bar, which was far less of a happening place than we expected it to be. We played pool: I somehow managed to win every round I played by sheer default. Then we went to the dance floor, which was completely empty. Rebecca and I danced to a song or two anyway, presumably much to the horror of our hosts (and probably the other patrons as well). Afterward, we walked around. Our attempts to find a Starbucks or a Cosi that wasn open failed, but it was nice to see the buildings all lit up. Philadelphia is a beautiful city.
Rebs and I were really tired, and crashed pretty much as soon as we returned to Jenny's. The next morning, we went to the Tiffany Diner for breakfast, which is always excellent. Or, well... it's been excellent all of two times I've eaten there. Not long after breakfast we decided to head home, because we both wanted to play with the new rattums.
Yesterday at work, I was kneeling in the inventory room. As I stood up I simultaneously got a horrible cramp in my ribs and hit my head on the unlatched half of the door. My manager still doesn't know what is to become of me at the end of the month: if I'm moving, if I'm staying, if I'll be a CCR or a Sales Rep. I really don't like this limbo.
Since I've been awake today I've been doing some cleaning and some laundry, as well as reading A Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood (which makes me think of "Acrobat" by U2, hence the subject line). In the past hour I've been feeling really faint and dizzy and weak. I hate how my body does this to me, randomly, at inopportune times.
Oh, if you haven't noticed, I've sprung for a paid account... and I am slowly building my repetoire of icons.
I had a four-day weekend starting on Thursday. I worked Monday. Now I have off today and tomorrow.
On Friday, we went to Philly as planned. Driving there actually wasn't that awful, but that's probably because I didn't drive in Center City. I took the Blue Route to 76 to Roosevelt Boulevard. Jenny intended to have a St. Patrick's Day party, but her friend Yuliya (pronounced Julia), Rebecca and I were the only ones in attendance. Rebecca and Yuliya hit it off right away, which made me happy, because Rebecca needs more local (or at least, semi-local) friends. The only downside is that Jenny and I didn't get to talk much or catch up because the two of them were engaged in almost constant, rapid-fire conversation. Hehe.
We went to a wonderful, all-vegetarian Indian buffet. Then we ventured to Sisters, a lesbian bar, which was far less of a happening place than we expected it to be. We played pool: I somehow managed to win every round I played by sheer default. Then we went to the dance floor, which was completely empty. Rebecca and I danced to a song or two anyway, presumably much to the horror of our hosts (and probably the other patrons as well). Afterward, we walked around. Our attempts to find a Starbucks or a Cosi that wasn open failed, but it was nice to see the buildings all lit up. Philadelphia is a beautiful city.
Rebs and I were really tired, and crashed pretty much as soon as we returned to Jenny's. The next morning, we went to the Tiffany Diner for breakfast, which is always excellent. Or, well... it's been excellent all of two times I've eaten there. Not long after breakfast we decided to head home, because we both wanted to play with the new rattums.
Yesterday at work, I was kneeling in the inventory room. As I stood up I simultaneously got a horrible cramp in my ribs and hit my head on the unlatched half of the door. My manager still doesn't know what is to become of me at the end of the month: if I'm moving, if I'm staying, if I'll be a CCR or a Sales Rep. I really don't like this limbo.
Since I've been awake today I've been doing some cleaning and some laundry, as well as reading A Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood (which makes me think of "Acrobat" by U2, hence the subject line). In the past hour I've been feeling really faint and dizzy and weak. I hate how my body does this to me, randomly, at inopportune times.
Oh, if you haven't noticed, I've sprung for a paid account... and I am slowly building my repetoire of icons.