Thursday, Feb. 03, 2005
I'm playing hookey tonight. (Or however you spell it. I don't know if I've ever seen it written out.) Absolutely no work to be performed after I walked out of the studios tonight.
I have to work Saturday so I am leaving it to the morning guy to read his own darned news tomorrow morning. (I wrote and left him the copy, it won't kill him to read it.) I worked until 2am last night and I barely had time to breathe today, and I re-FUSE to lift another finger tonight for anything that's not a life-threatening crisis.
I did my good deed for the night, though. 00 had to change out a dead headlight in Nigel (their 4Runner; the license plate reads "NGL-[number]") She did the same thing I did first time I had to change a headlamp. She was trying to take out the bulb by turning the adjustment screws. Bad idea! Fortunately she's less patient than I am and phoned me, asking if I had a power screwdriver since it was taking her so long to do it by hand. I knew immediately what she'd done, had her drive over (she lives a block away) and together we figured out how that particular model goes together. She had the light replaced and realigned and was on her merry way in about fifteen minutes, if that.
After she left, I traipsed back into the house before freezing into a full-fledged radiogurl-sicle, then promptly shed my bra and pulled on a nightgown. Yeah, I know, it's not as cold here as places with fifty feet of snow and ice. But I also wasn't bundled up and the wind was going at a pretty good clip. I'm guessing the wind chill was into the lower numbers.
(If the guys out there think the bra reference is too much information, tough. Those instruments of torture may be a necessity of life, but I have yet to meet a woman who didn't hate wearing one.)
Boss is kissing up in a big way. (This is at work, before the bra went buh-bye for the night. If your mind remains in the gutter, put it to good use and write something fun and wicked for me to read.) I wonder if it's because of the voodoo doll on my desk, the one wearing his glasses? Though he sort of acknowledged that it's become ridiculous, since he asked me yesterday, when he was on his way out of the door to go to Phoenix, what I needed from there, "other than four more people to do your job."
I shrugged and replied, "Probably five more people instead."
I'm glad I got stuff done over the weekend at home last weekend because this weekend I have to work. There is simply no way around it, because I still haven't even generated our billing, which should have been done a couple of days ago.
Tonight's a short entry because 1) if I stay here much longer I'm going to nod off and have a keyboard imprinted permanently into my forehead and 2) I am up for trying something truly novel: I'm going to pretend to be a typical human being and watch almost a whole evening of television!
And before I forget, I got this from chaosdaily:
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )