tuesday wednesday break my heart
Oct. 21st, 2003 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ironymaideni got up this morning, and in my slow, fuzzy way, made my way to the bathroom and picked up an old issue of Bitch as is my wont, and soon was plunged into darkness. i eeped, and C arrived, giant nightstick maglite in hand. power is dead. can't do a fucking thing in our city light dependant home (someday i will do my electric range rant, mercifully hidden by a lj-cut) and know that the best way to protect our food is to keep out of the fridge. so, no homade breakfast or lunch available, and we don't know how widespread the outage is and we have very little cash if there's anyone to sell anything.
but then we thought, hey, can't do a bloody thing at work without the computer or the copier. momentary hope. phone call confirms that work is on a different power grid, and in we trudge having consumed only some food in bar form.
arrive to discover we are not the only victims, and if we had still been in our old building we'd be back in bed. get an email from a panicked paralegal that is cced to the boss. gives him the (false) impresion that this client has been neglected for three weeks (3 days, in reality) and my ass is ridden for the rest of the day. many other small calamities ensue.
we go to Red Mill for lunch - we have just enough cash - and they HAVE NO BACON. the afternoon sucks too, but i look forward to chorus rehearsal, and think that singing with friendly homosexuals is sure to cheer me up.
i arrive at our rehearsal location about ten minutes early, and i am alone, except for the kindly caretaker, who says "don't worry, they don't start until 6:30" but it's 6:25. and i wait another 15 minutes and no one comes. i'm glad i didn't helpfully get the chairs out and move the piano. i decide to slink home and hopefully find a message on my answering machine. i attempt to cheer myself by spending the extra quarter to ride the monorail. not only is it the red train (no footrail) but some middle aged couple and two families with toddlers take my favorite seats by the driver.
i come home to find C embroiled in an online transaction that takes over an hour and a half. mostly this is due to the website loading a nw page with very freaking keystroke. i get pissed about the internet and discover that DSL would only cost one and one half times the cost of dialup. so, no, and cable is out of the question.
i decide to take a nice bath. i will make some new salts with good anti-depression smells. my droppers have gone missing, so i painfully attempt to mix without. fortuately i had chosen to use primarily orange oil, which is dirt cheap (at least spilling one of the other essentials was a capper i didn' t have to deal with) but somehow it didn't work for me like it usually does.
oh, and the rain stopped, and i love the rain.
writing it down makes it all a little more petty. i know other people have bigger problems. it's good that i have a job and a happy marriage and i live in seattle that i love.
but i really really hate my job, and right now i want to quit and apply for the assistant caster position at Privateer, cause wouldn't it be great to make models for a living? it is however, about half what i make now, and they reserve the right to boot your ass if you don't have the knack for it after they train you.
and i never did see about my D-show comps. which starts this week. and i can't see opening night because of opera tickets. (opera tickets. that's pretty cool. )
still don't know what happened to rehearsal though. no phone, no email. but everybody else knew. bleah
but then we thought, hey, can't do a bloody thing at work without the computer or the copier. momentary hope. phone call confirms that work is on a different power grid, and in we trudge having consumed only some food in bar form.
arrive to discover we are not the only victims, and if we had still been in our old building we'd be back in bed. get an email from a panicked paralegal that is cced to the boss. gives him the (false) impresion that this client has been neglected for three weeks (3 days, in reality) and my ass is ridden for the rest of the day. many other small calamities ensue.
we go to Red Mill for lunch - we have just enough cash - and they HAVE NO BACON. the afternoon sucks too, but i look forward to chorus rehearsal, and think that singing with friendly homosexuals is sure to cheer me up.
i arrive at our rehearsal location about ten minutes early, and i am alone, except for the kindly caretaker, who says "don't worry, they don't start until 6:30" but it's 6:25. and i wait another 15 minutes and no one comes. i'm glad i didn't helpfully get the chairs out and move the piano. i decide to slink home and hopefully find a message on my answering machine. i attempt to cheer myself by spending the extra quarter to ride the monorail. not only is it the red train (no footrail) but some middle aged couple and two families with toddlers take my favorite seats by the driver.
i come home to find C embroiled in an online transaction that takes over an hour and a half. mostly this is due to the website loading a nw page with very freaking keystroke. i get pissed about the internet and discover that DSL would only cost one and one half times the cost of dialup. so, no, and cable is out of the question.
i decide to take a nice bath. i will make some new salts with good anti-depression smells. my droppers have gone missing, so i painfully attempt to mix without. fortuately i had chosen to use primarily orange oil, which is dirt cheap (at least spilling one of the other essentials was a capper i didn' t have to deal with) but somehow it didn't work for me like it usually does.
oh, and the rain stopped, and i love the rain.
writing it down makes it all a little more petty. i know other people have bigger problems. it's good that i have a job and a happy marriage and i live in seattle that i love.
but i really really hate my job, and right now i want to quit and apply for the assistant caster position at Privateer, cause wouldn't it be great to make models for a living? it is however, about half what i make now, and they reserve the right to boot your ass if you don't have the knack for it after they train you.
and i never did see about my D-show comps. which starts this week. and i can't see opening night because of opera tickets. (opera tickets. that's pretty cool. )
still don't know what happened to rehearsal though. no phone, no email. but everybody else knew. bleah
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Date: 2003-10-21 10:58 pm (UTC)I'll be, er, crossing my fingers that you get those comps.
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Date: 2003-10-22 08:09 am (UTC)they also had lost power, and at 1pm had been open for a whole 20 minutes.
i promise to play a little hooky from billing today to get an email off to Kathy about the tix.