Randomness:
I think it's a sign that Something is Wrong with your
daily life when scheduling a haircut gets difficult, every damned
time.
I've been helping someone here at work come up with obscure
musical show trivia for a treasure hunt he's doing that may use that theme. I
haven't had so much fun in weeks. I love musicals and hadn't thought about some of
these songs literally in decades. If they need to get really tricky on this, I
figure I'll bring in the big guns, and call in my uncle. And maybe SWooP because I
don't know Jesus Christ Superstar or the Charlie Brown musical at
all.
Don't you hate when someone says 'literally' and then it's clear
from the context they mean 'figuratively'? As in, "I was so excited I literally
went over the Moon." Oh yeah? Did NORAD see you??
Rudder is feeling a
bit better now but he didn't row Monday, slept in and erged instead of rowing
yesterday, and cut his gym workout in half this morning and went back to bed for
an hour or two. Good thing he's not having trouble breathing or I'd think he had
SARS. Either that or aliens have kidnapped my husband. (Remember that episode on
Soap when they replaced Burt and the alien posing as him got all excited because
he hadn't had sex in several hundred years? And the time in Bloom County where
they kidnapped Steve Dallas and replaced him with a SNAG? (Sensitive New Age
Guy))
The cafeteria here makes really tasteless alfredo
sauce.
I wish I got three weeks of vacation time. Or that I got comp
time for OT. I do get three weeks (one reason I took the job) but it's not really
enough. WOuldn't want to pay European taxes, but I wish I had their vacation.
Ihate it, too, that after all those labor fights to get to a ten and then an eight
hour workday, we seem to be going back the other way. I don't often get out after
only eight hours; try nine or ten and then a two hour round trip commute. I think
other people here probably work more hours than I do. Weren't we supposed to be
down to six hours and all telecommuting by now?
If I had a blog, this
is the sort of brain-gas that would be in it all the time. This is why I don't
have a blog.