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By the numbers yet again
May. 10th, 2003 09:27 pm1) I've been bumped to working the 11pm-to-7am shifts at Like Purgatory Only Less Entertaining Verizon. I'm not working the overnights all the time, mind you, but rather on weekends only, i.e. just often enough to sodomize my sleep cycle effectively. Oh, joyous caffeinated me. This is only temporary, because in June our office will be losing the overnight shifts to the Midtown Manhattan office, which has never had the overnights before. (I'm guessing that the Midtown contingent will be fleeing the company like the Republican National Committee trapped at a Genitorturers gig.) At any rate, that and a blinding head cold are conspiring to make me feel like I've been packed in Styrofoam and left in the basement for beechwood aging.
2) Is it bordering on obsessive if one is planning out a mix to burn, and ends up buying two new CDs because they each have one song that for the love of god has to be on there?
3) So I picked up Abbey from her Daisy Scouts field trip to a local greenhouse yesterday, loaded her into the van, and asked where her backpack was. She informed me that she had left it at school. Marvy-poo. We hightail it over to the elementary school, manage with luck to get into both the building and her classroom, where we were met by her teacher, Mrs. McDowell. When she heard what we were looking for, she went straight to the converastion that Abbey and I should have had 15 minutes earlier:
Mrs. McDowell: Abbey, did you go to Daisy Scouts?
Abbey: Yes.
Mrs. McDowell: How did you get there?
Abbey: We went in a van.
Mrs. McDowell: Abbey, is your bag in the van?
Abbey: [slaps forehead] D'oh!
Daddy: [pounds head repeatedly against the wooden bookshelves]
4) Interesting. It's a week after the fact, and I still haven't even mentioned the fact that I spent last weekend in Salem, Massachusetts all by my lonesome for a short sabbatical. Pity I lack the energy to say anything about it right now. (All in time, comrades.)
2) Is it bordering on obsessive if one is planning out a mix to burn, and ends up buying two new CDs because they each have one song that for the love of god has to be on there?
3) So I picked up Abbey from her Daisy Scouts field trip to a local greenhouse yesterday, loaded her into the van, and asked where her backpack was. She informed me that she had left it at school. Marvy-poo. We hightail it over to the elementary school, manage with luck to get into both the building and her classroom, where we were met by her teacher, Mrs. McDowell. When she heard what we were looking for, she went straight to the converastion that Abbey and I should have had 15 minutes earlier:
Mrs. McDowell: Abbey, did you go to Daisy Scouts?
Abbey: Yes.
Mrs. McDowell: How did you get there?
Abbey: We went in a van.
Mrs. McDowell: Abbey, is your bag in the van?
Abbey: [slaps forehead] D'oh!
Daddy: [pounds head repeatedly against the wooden bookshelves]
4) Interesting. It's a week after the fact, and I still haven't even mentioned the fact that I spent last weekend in Salem, Massachusetts all by my lonesome for a short sabbatical. Pity I lack the energy to say anything about it right now. (All in time, comrades.)
