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judecorpSo my Very Long Workday has turned into something more pleasant and manageable, thanks to some of my more inconsisent less-invested casual families. My 3:30 mom called to try to push our visit to after 4:00, which I couldn't do due to volunteering, so I pushed it to next week. Then I went to my 2:30 house where the mom had just put the baby down for a nap, so I dropped off some stuff for her and promptly walked out. I was home by 3, which gives me 2 hours to chill before I have to take off for Fenway. Nice.
Also, I have the weather I was complaining about, which only reaffirms my commitment to complaining. I'm sure you're all thrilled to know this.
I feel kind of headachy and crappy, and I'm not entirely up to staffing the HelpLine tonight, but I haven't been there for a month so I'm definitely going. I just hope that I am not slammed with calls, and that the calls are not terribly challenging. I'm operating on minimal brain cells today. Maybe I need to make an egg-sandwich-a-la-Peas.
Today, on the way home, "Walk of Life" (Dire Straits) came on the radio. I remember being at my dad's work pressing buttons on the jukebox he was working on and hearing this song a million times. (It was often my job to "test" a machine that was being fixed by playing it for hours. It's amazing what being /forced/ to play video games does to one's desire to do so.) This particular jukebox was stacked with songs my dad liked, and I'm having a hell of a time remembering the others. I know he was bizarrely fond of "Okie From Muskogee" (Merle Haggard) and had a penchant for "Wild Thing" (Tone Loc)... but mostly his musical taste was sohorrible different from mine that I did my best to tune it out.
Pity.
Also, I have the weather I was complaining about, which only reaffirms my commitment to complaining. I'm sure you're all thrilled to know this.
I feel kind of headachy and crappy, and I'm not entirely up to staffing the HelpLine tonight, but I haven't been there for a month so I'm definitely going. I just hope that I am not slammed with calls, and that the calls are not terribly challenging. I'm operating on minimal brain cells today. Maybe I need to make an egg-sandwich-a-la-Peas.
Today, on the way home, "Walk of Life" (Dire Straits) came on the radio. I remember being at my dad's work pressing buttons on the jukebox he was working on and hearing this song a million times. (It was often my job to "test" a machine that was being fixed by playing it for hours. It's amazing what being /forced/ to play video games does to one's desire to do so.) This particular jukebox was stacked with songs my dad liked, and I'm having a hell of a time remembering the others. I know he was bizarrely fond of "Okie From Muskogee" (Merle Haggard) and had a penchant for "Wild Thing" (Tone Loc)... but mostly his musical taste was so
Pity.
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Date: 2005-06-20 08:10 pm (UTC)You're unstoppable!
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Date: 2005-06-20 10:49 pm (UTC)Re: You're unstoppable!
Date: 2005-06-20 11:23 pm (UTC)*sulk*
Call me when you're stateside, or leave me a number where I can call you at least once when you're on my side of the world.