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[jianantonic]

When I got home from work yesterday, it was still over 100 degrees outside, and sunny as could be. My roommate greeted me at the front door to tell me that the power's out in the house. WTF, mate? There's no storm...there's not even wind...how? He didn't know, but said it had been out for about 20 minutes already and no one knew when it would come back. I toughed it out in the heat with my book for about five minutes before I couldn't stand it anymore and called my parents. They said they had power, so I told them I was coming over.

My mom tricked me into going to the store with her so I could carry all the heavy things she "needed." She implied that she'd be dropping me off to get my nails done while she did the shopping, but it didn't exactly go that way after all. While at the store, I picked up a 3 pack of new sports bras, one red, one black, and one white. My mom, who has been bitching about her bras lately, asked me if she could have one. I said fine, and I handed her the white one. Then, when I wasn't looking, she switched it out for the black one. That dirty skank! I don't want to think about why my mother needs black underwear, even if it is decidedly non-sexy.

After not getting my nails done, my mother coaxed me into baking cookies for the family, too. "Come on, Meg, we fed you dinner..." Jesus! So I did, and proceded to burn the shit out of my hand taking them out of the oven. I used an oven mitt on one hand, but the other hand was unprotected, and brushed ever so slightly against the side of the cookie pan for, like, a millisecond. Still, a millisecond of light contact with a very hot pan can do some painful damage. My hand still hurts this morning, even though it's been 12 hours and I've aloed it all up. Yeesh. I blame my mother for all of this.

I called my roommate after the cookie incident, and he said the power was back on, so I bid adieu to my folks and headed back across town. A sane person would have gone to bed at this point, realizing I've already stayed up later than I intended, having been exhausted for the past however-long-it's-been-since-February. But no, I stayed up, playing cards online until Jer got home. And Jer brought cheese fritters from ZoCaLo, which are the best food ever invented, by the way, so I stayed up a little longer to ingest the fritters, and now I'm at work, having gotten about 6, maybe 6 and a half hours of sleep last night, and I am cranky, because it's not the weekend yet and how can that be? This week has been long enough! Let's make Friday part of the weekend and give everybody chocolate e'claires!

Peace.

Comments

I want the weekend

[tolangardh.livejournal.com]

I directed the 99er game this AM and the J-O-B had freaked out in my absence. BRING ON THE ECLAIRS!

Re: I want the weekend

[jianantonic.livejournal.com]

So...I've been asked to teach the next round of Easybridge classes in our unit. I'd get paid a pretty decent wage to do it. But...it's novices. Should I?

Re: I want the weekend

[tolangardh.livejournal.com]

I'd do it - it's good experience to teach anything so that you can know the subject more intimately. Just drop the bad & dated jokes.

Re: I want the weekend

[jianantonic.livejournal.com]

That's ALL there is! Have you looked at the lesson plans? 100% stupid jokes that I'm completely uncomfortable telling! Otherwise, yeah, I'd do it. But it either requires me making up the lessons *from scratch* or using those terrible jokes and I just don't know...

Re: I want the weekend

[tolangardh.livejournal.com]

But there are core concepts that they are trying to teach - you just have talk about that. I haven't read every lesson, but I have taught several of them and they were terrible on the joke front but good when you cut through to the bridge.