I'm going to race. I'm going to lose. And, I'm going to die.
1. I left work early today. Most of me didn't even leave the bed today and the rest of me that did insisted vehemently during the day that it be allowed to return to the warm goodness from which it was wrenched this morning. I went to lunch (supper, more like it) at Chipotle, read a magazine and stayed there for at least an hour-and-a-half. Forgotten how wonderful that feeling is, I did.
ii) Is this what living in Seattle is like? Y'know, the 50° temperature, the constant rain, the whipping winds? Cause I used to think I wanted to live in Seattle.
c) My landlord installed new blinds on our windows today. One problem -- I already had blinds (and good ones at that) on my windows. I know they sent a letter a month ago or so stating that this would happen but I 1) didn't think they were going to do it and b) was waiting for them to schedule an appointment like they said in the letter. Well, like they wrote in letter. Now I have two perfectly good (nay, really good!) blinds just sitting on my floor.
fer) Also, all the carpet in our hallway was ripped up today in order to make room for new carpet. While new carpet in the hallway is a good thing™, it really only affects me for about 15 paces in the morning and evening. I have a feeling that this is all being done in an effort to raise our rent. Luckily, we're locked in for at least another year.
the final battle) American Airlines has been sending me spam snail mail in an attempt to sell me on a credit card I don't need. Here's how it has played out:
"I don't need another credit card!" I protest upon seeing the first letter, "I already have a Mastercard and a Visa and they both earn me valuable frequent-lobster miles on Continental where I can almost travel to Europe and back for no money."
"Kittens," they replied, "we will woo you with this fantabulous offer of 10,000 free frequent-lobster miles so that you will be able to travel to Schenectady and back for just a few dollars."
"But I don't want to go to Schenectady."
"Puppies," they wrote back, "we will now offer you 12,500 frequent-lobster miles to entice you to our 19.21% APR. You can go to Topeka and back on that for only the cost of a hotel room and, as a bonus, we'll toss in all the corn you can eat. It is Kansas, after all."
"But I don't know anyone in Topeka. Heck, the Wizzle aren't even there. They're over in Johnston County."
"Orangutans," they shouted, "we will now offer you 15,000 frequent-lobster miles. You can get all the way to Preston, Idaho with that!"
To which I replied, "I know, gawd!"
sixsixsix) Should I just call up American and ask them what their final offer is and save them the postage and printing costs?
seven of nine) The present I am giving to a
a certain someone's certain someone arrived yesterday. I am quite stoked. I hope this makes up for my lost karma when not calling
Lydia or Keely on their birthdays.
∞) I read all these stories about professional athletes which showcase what a tough time they have overcome. I read about Dexter Manley's kid overcoming, well, his father, I read about Carson Palmer reaching rock bottom at USC and overcoming to be the leader of the Bengals. They bounce back from poverty, drugs and injury to become feel-good stories.
And then I think to myself, "Self, you've lived a pretty charmed life. Your parents are fantastic even if your dad insists on explaining every math problem starting with "Well, the world spins on its axis as such ..." and your mom's only real worry about your life is when she's going to get some grandchildren. Yeah, they act like your prototypical "old Jewish couple" now but they were fantastic to you growing up. Taught you the value of hard work, of reaching for bigger goals. You were always fed, always had all the resources you needed. If they had put a fridge in your room, from ages 12 - 17 you might not have exited. You got a great job in college, went to the finest institution of higher learning in the country and have worked in the holy triumverate of American male occupational fantasies. So, what are you dragging yourself up from?"
nein!) Perhaps I should take up heroin so I have something to overcome.
ten-hut) I scheduled a first date to be dinner and movieoke tomorrow night with this girl I met off The Onion Personals. That was before I found out all my friends are going to be there (there hasn't been a high movieoke attendance ratio/percentage/factor among my friends recently so I thought it was safe). Now she's going to meet the whole crew all at once. Ah, well, hopefully things work out. I don't mention most of my dates here or to my friends because, until there's a second date, not really a whole lot to write home about. This girl seems cool, though, so hopefully there'll be something more to report later on.
ii) Is this what living in Seattle is like? Y'know, the 50° temperature, the constant rain, the whipping winds? Cause I used to think I wanted to live in Seattle.
c) My landlord installed new blinds on our windows today. One problem -- I already had blinds (and good ones at that) on my windows. I know they sent a letter a month ago or so stating that this would happen but I 1) didn't think they were going to do it and b) was waiting for them to schedule an appointment like they said in the letter. Well, like they wrote in letter. Now I have two perfectly good (nay, really good!) blinds just sitting on my floor.
fer) Also, all the carpet in our hallway was ripped up today in order to make room for new carpet. While new carpet in the hallway is a good thing™, it really only affects me for about 15 paces in the morning and evening. I have a feeling that this is all being done in an effort to raise our rent. Luckily, we're locked in for at least another year.
the final battle) American Airlines has been sending me spam snail mail in an attempt to sell me on a credit card I don't need. Here's how it has played out:
"I don't need another credit card!" I protest upon seeing the first letter, "I already have a Mastercard and a Visa and they both earn me valuable frequent-lobster miles on Continental where I can almost travel to Europe and back for no money."
"Kittens," they replied, "we will woo you with this fantabulous offer of 10,000 free frequent-lobster miles so that you will be able to travel to Schenectady and back for just a few dollars."
"But I don't want to go to Schenectady."
"Puppies," they wrote back, "we will now offer you 12,500 frequent-lobster miles to entice you to our 19.21% APR. You can go to Topeka and back on that for only the cost of a hotel room and, as a bonus, we'll toss in all the corn you can eat. It is Kansas, after all."
"But I don't know anyone in Topeka. Heck, the Wizzle aren't even there. They're over in Johnston County."
"Orangutans," they shouted, "we will now offer you 15,000 frequent-lobster miles. You can get all the way to Preston, Idaho with that!"
To which I replied, "I know, gawd!"
sixsixsix) Should I just call up American and ask them what their final offer is and save them the postage and printing costs?
seven of nine) The present I am giving to a
a certain someone's certain someone arrived yesterday. I am quite stoked. I hope this makes up for my lost karma when not calling
Lydia or Keely on their birthdays.
∞) I read all these stories about professional athletes which showcase what a tough time they have overcome. I read about Dexter Manley's kid overcoming, well, his father, I read about Carson Palmer reaching rock bottom at USC and overcoming to be the leader of the Bengals. They bounce back from poverty, drugs and injury to become feel-good stories.
And then I think to myself, "Self, you've lived a pretty charmed life. Your parents are fantastic even if your dad insists on explaining every math problem starting with "Well, the world spins on its axis as such ..." and your mom's only real worry about your life is when she's going to get some grandchildren. Yeah, they act like your prototypical "old Jewish couple" now but they were fantastic to you growing up. Taught you the value of hard work, of reaching for bigger goals. You were always fed, always had all the resources you needed. If they had put a fridge in your room, from ages 12 - 17 you might not have exited. You got a great job in college, went to the finest institution of higher learning in the country and have worked in the holy triumverate of American male occupational fantasies. So, what are you dragging yourself up from?"
nein!) Perhaps I should take up heroin so I have something to overcome.
ten-hut) I scheduled a first date to be dinner and movieoke tomorrow night with this girl I met off The Onion Personals. That was before I found out all my friends are going to be there (there hasn't been a high movieoke attendance ratio/percentage/factor among my friends recently so I thought it was safe). Now she's going to meet the whole crew all at once. Ah, well, hopefully things work out. I don't mention most of my dates here or to my friends because, until there's a second date, not really a whole lot to write home about. This girl seems cool, though, so hopefully there'll be something more to report later on.