Thursday, Sept. 14, 2006
To a Tea
A moment's carelessness can turn out to be a royal pain in the butt. Two nights of being up way too late is not helping things along, at least not in a good way.
This morning was our weekly meeting of my department. After finally tumbling into bed at ungodly o'clock last night, I rushed like crazy this morning and stopped en route to get a cup of hot tea and something resembling food, because there was zero prospect of my fixing breakfast before I left for work.
The reasonable facsimile of food worked just fine. Unfortunately I didn't have the time to so much as take a single sip of my tea until I got to my desk, and I'd barely sat down until I was reminded of our meeting. I grabbed my notebook, pen, two cell phones, purse, and tea. Which, as you have probably guessed, did not make for a graceful balancing act. Instead, the tea hit the floor, and the styrofoam cup exploded nicely, leaving 24 ounces of brown liquid (thank God at least it didn't have sugar or cream) all over the place.
Oh yeah, it was one of those days.
Fortunately nobody went ballistic; I just cleaned up my mess and my boss was kind enough to try and replace the tea, though I told him - repeatedly - that it wasn't necessary. After that kind of an auspicious entrance, would you want to risk a repeat performance in the same morning in the same locale, in a job where you're still the new kid on the block?
Nope, me either.
Last night's marathon session was spent (after work) doing a clean sweep of several viruses that the latest mad script-kiddie inflicted on WildRosie's computer. She apologized to me profusely, as if she were somehow responsible for the POS idiot who created the junkware in the first place. I pointed out that 1) I doubt she did anything wrong at all, other than not keeping stuff entirely up to date, which is a mistake we all make from time to time and 2) no matter how careful you are, sometimes you get a computer virus. It's a fact of cyber life.
Today was payday, which was good and bad. I will pretty much be broke after paying all the bills, but thank God I can pay the bills, at least most of 'em. But my bank's closest branch is in Tucson, so immediately after work I started driving northwest, finally reaching the ATM a little after 7. (Next time around should be direct deposit, fortunately.) After a truly disgusting excuse for a meal at Long John Silvers, I headed back home, finally trudging through the front door about 9 o'clock tonight.
Sooo... another marathon day under my belt.
MC was industrious today, too, having done a number on some out-of-control weeds in front of the house. I'm looking forward to daylight so I can have a look at his handiwork, since I know how bad they were. He was kind of moaning tonight about how out of shape he is, but he's proud of what he accomplished, and rightly so.
One more day until the weekend, when I have... more work to do! Fortunately the work I am planning for the weekend is of the more mundane variety. I'm talking laundry, some cooking so WildRosie gets a break, etc. That much I can handle just fine.
As long as I don't juggle it with my pens, cell phones and so on.
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 - )