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Cousin: Most people do not enjoy polygraphs.
Me: I think it'd be cool to take one!
(20 minutes later)
Me: Oh my God, oh my God, I missed the exit, oh thank God, there's the airport, shoot, shoot, where's the right direction, ah, got it, damn it, should I take 395 South, oh no, too late, have to keep going, am I going to have to go all the way back to my uncle's house, no, darn it, I will go through R____ and yup, okay, where's that road, okay, I'm on it, shoot, there's the exit lane but hey, I can turn right here, the light's green, oh thank God.
...needless to say, I may have cause to revisit that statement if I ever do end up, for some ill-conceived reason, hooked up to a polygraph instrument.
On the other hand, I successfully avoided the rally by waking up feeling like death warmed over, which was exacerbated by J. ringing me at 8, then 9, then 10 a.m. when I had specifically stated in my e-mails and my Facebook message that I would be willing to meet up at noon. Caught me right at the moment when one is about to fall asleep at ten, too! Needless to say, I was not in any mood to drag my hungry, tired and sickly self to make nice with all the invaders rally-ers. Though I was impressed by the older crew that drove into the city for it, including the group sitting next to me at the bar Friday afternoon (I thoroughly amused the bartender by ordering hot chocolate and no, it wasn't spiked).
Work is going well. I'm trying to slow down a little because a) work comes in waves and b) small errors lead to larger errors and c) I need to stop panicking about the small errors because my supervisor already thought I was too serious when he was thinking about hiring me and I don't need him thinking I'm a basketcase as well. Plus, I need visible projects on screen when this one colleague who isn't part of my team stops by to "chat" (+15 minutes). I'm the FNG, damn it, even if I am awesome, I still feel like I'm obliged to prove my worth and chewing my cud will not do.
Huh. It occurs to me that I'm an eligible bachelor after all. This is very pleasing to my already-insufferable ego.
Me: I think it'd be cool to take one!
(20 minutes later)
Me: Oh my God, oh my God, I missed the exit, oh thank God, there's the airport, shoot, shoot, where's the right direction, ah, got it, damn it, should I take 395 South, oh no, too late, have to keep going, am I going to have to go all the way back to my uncle's house, no, darn it, I will go through R____ and yup, okay, where's that road, okay, I'm on it, shoot, there's the exit lane but hey, I can turn right here, the light's green, oh thank God.
...needless to say, I may have cause to revisit that statement if I ever do end up, for some ill-conceived reason, hooked up to a polygraph instrument.
On the other hand, I successfully avoided the rally by waking up feeling like death warmed over, which was exacerbated by J. ringing me at 8, then 9, then 10 a.m. when I had specifically stated in my e-mails and my Facebook message that I would be willing to meet up at noon. Caught me right at the moment when one is about to fall asleep at ten, too! Needless to say, I was not in any mood to drag my hungry, tired and sickly self to make nice with all the invaders rally-ers. Though I was impressed by the older crew that drove into the city for it, including the group sitting next to me at the bar Friday afternoon (I thoroughly amused the bartender by ordering hot chocolate and no, it wasn't spiked).
Work is going well. I'm trying to slow down a little because a) work comes in waves and b) small errors lead to larger errors and c) I need to stop panicking about the small errors because my supervisor already thought I was too serious when he was thinking about hiring me and I don't need him thinking I'm a basketcase as well. Plus, I need visible projects on screen when this one colleague who isn't part of my team stops by to "chat" (+15 minutes). I'm the FNG, damn it, even if I am awesome, I still feel like I'm obliged to prove my worth and chewing my cud will not do.
Huh. It occurs to me that I'm an eligible bachelor after all. This is very pleasing to my already-insufferable ego.