one sunday morning, please, and hold the rain.
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GOKUDERA'S PRIME DIRECTIVE XD
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Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head
BJ Thomas
But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me
Today I was out with lacewood, rei_kurasaki and cynic_in_charge. It had just rained hard and the last of the rain was fading away. I took out my umbrella amidst incredulous looks and at least one "YOU DON'T NEED IT".
"I hate the way the rain feels against my skin," I said, by way of explanation, because I really do. It's cold and unpleasant and it is SUCH A SHOCK. (I like the rain as long as it doesn't involve me coming into contact with any of it, or it making noise, or taking away my sunshine and blue skies, or making me take out an umbrella... No, I don't like the rain very much, do I, I'm more of a sunshine-and-blue-skies girl)
"YOU'RE JUST IN DENIAL," (NO I AM NOT) said lacewood, WHO IS EVIL INCARNATE.
"NO I'M NOT," I said;
"DENIAL", she said.
why're you making me work so hard?
- A Little Respect, Erasure
So there was dinner this evening with the extended family, and right when we were sitting at the table (dinner hadn't even started yet), my phone rang.
I stared at it and was, Oh, S H I - , because the first four digits indicated that it was the office calling.
And so I picked up.
"Have you checked your email?"
"... No." (It's the weekend. It was late night week last week, which means leaving the office at 1.30am and being thankful that you aren't one of the OTHER people still in the office).
"We have a 10am meeting tomorrow." (This being Sunday.)
And the ensuing conversation meant that there was more work to do. TONIGHT.
"Can you handle this? There are these affidavits that need to be read, see if you can find something to substantiate the point that X made in Y paper."
"... okay. Are there a lot of them?"
"Should be only three: the main one and two supplemental."
And then I check and there are actually eight affidavits.
...
I like my job. I just wish it wouldn't do this to me.
When I was a young little thing I told an associate, quite seriously, during an insane week, "This is why we are not allowed to have lives."
I was quite sweetly told not to think like that, but in all honesty, it is very hard to think any other way.
strange coping mechanisms.
Whenever I have to do weekend work and am really really grumpy, I drag the Yamamoto cushion (he is a lot more well-used now) out and leave it somewhere in my field of vision.
The last time I had to proofread a Notice of Arbitration I curled up around it while I typed.
It makes me less cranky.