![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
It's All Happening
Oct. 12th, 2002 07:32 pmTired. Tired like my eyes are boiling pots of acid and my arms are yoked.
I cried today. Briefly. At work. The manager was worried, as was the rest of the staff, although I tried very hard to explain to them that I was crying for humanity's lack of internal logic. To whit: why would one go to a restauraunt where one had to replace every single item on the menu with subsitutions? Also, why does China still occupy Tibet, and what will happen when the current incarnation of the Dalai Lama dies and they must begin a search for his next iteration?
The management very kindly suggested that I go to the restroom and clean up a bit. Then they asked me to pick up a shift tonight.
[That was a punchline.]
[I turned them down, of course.]
[Instead I went to K-mart, where I considered buying a wedding band for Patrick, simply because it would utterly horrify him. Not the wedding band - the K-mart-ness. In fact, when I said "hey, Patrick, want to get married in a couple of weeks?" while he was on the phone with his mother, his auto-response was "I get to have a ring, right?" He's going to make a lovely bride, I think.]
In case anyone's curious, I do still have a job and am generally well-liked. At the same time, I'm hard-pressed as to how I'll salvage the day. Mostly I'm thinking pumpkin pie and beating up undead ninja samurai, but it's possible that I'll find room in there to read Goethe.
Random question because I'm curious: Does anyone else time how long to leave conditioner in their hair by singing a set section of an operetta?
I cried today. Briefly. At work. The manager was worried, as was the rest of the staff, although I tried very hard to explain to them that I was crying for humanity's lack of internal logic. To whit: why would one go to a restauraunt where one had to replace every single item on the menu with subsitutions? Also, why does China still occupy Tibet, and what will happen when the current incarnation of the Dalai Lama dies and they must begin a search for his next iteration?
The management very kindly suggested that I go to the restroom and clean up a bit. Then they asked me to pick up a shift tonight.
[That was a punchline.]
[I turned them down, of course.]
[Instead I went to K-mart, where I considered buying a wedding band for Patrick, simply because it would utterly horrify him. Not the wedding band - the K-mart-ness. In fact, when I said "hey, Patrick, want to get married in a couple of weeks?" while he was on the phone with his mother, his auto-response was "I get to have a ring, right?" He's going to make a lovely bride, I think.]
In case anyone's curious, I do still have a job and am generally well-liked. At the same time, I'm hard-pressed as to how I'll salvage the day. Mostly I'm thinking pumpkin pie and beating up undead ninja samurai, but it's possible that I'll find room in there to read Goethe.
Random question because I'm curious: Does anyone else time how long to leave conditioner in their hair by singing a set section of an operetta?
