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Apr. 16th, 2007 01:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicI'm still far, far from caught up at work, and though I tried to work through without a lunch break, I thought better of it when I remembered my appointment at the gym tonight at 6. I talked to Ahren and he said the power won't be back on until 11:30pm at the earliest. I guess I'll go shower at my parents'. Laundry can wait; I'll just need to go commando for a day or two. No problem:) So anyway I'm using my lunch break to eat ramen and blog. But just the noodles - none of the flavor, because it's not veg. I can't begin to tell you how delicious this is. It's a good thing I've just come from a bridge tournament, so I have the right kind of perspective about this meal. I mean, on the plus side, it's food. And it's not junk. And I can take my time eating it. And no old people are going to steal it from me, or cough their multitude of illnesses into it. So, you know, yum.
Anyway.
When I was a kid, a friend of mine was assigned to read A Tale of Two Cities, and she really hated it. To give me an idea of how much it sucked, she made me read the first page. I thought Dickens was on crack, and whatever teachers were assigning it were just out to make innocent kids suffer. But I'm starting to get what the dude (hehe - inside joke, sorries) was saying. Best of times, worst of times, etc...yeah, okay, I've been there. Let's take Gatlinburg, for example.
Everything in that town is tacky and over the top and it wreaks of right wing fundamentalism, but I really love going there. I work my ass off, complain about everything, get sore, eat like shit, and generally hate 99% of the people I have to interact with, but looking back on the week, all the stupid shit is behind me now and the memories that persist are the ones where I was laughing or crying or both with good friends. I can't even begin to count (or remember, d'oh) the number of times I said "I have to put that in my blog!" so it must've been a good time, even if I was totally delirious from lack of sleep. I do remember two more things I was going to mention:
Random stupid young local kid talking about some rap song: He did an akyoustick (spelled phonetically) version of it.
Jeremy F: A cue stick? Isn't that what you play pool with?
Mrs. J: Do you play bridge?
Meg: Yes. I was hoping to play here all week, but it didn't work out.
Mrs. J: Do you know what your problem is?
Meg: (caught off guard by the sweet yet threatening - there's Dickens again - sound of this phrase) What?
Mrs. J: You are too cute for this game.
Yeah so anyway back to what I was saying. I've arrived home and I just feel so...exhausted. Mentally and physically drained, and I have no idea how I let this tacky little town get inside of me so much. Why all the drama? Things went well and I'm unhappy and other things went unwell but I'm happy anyway and I still don't know how I feel and how does a bridge tournament have such a bizarre effect on me? I'm sad that certain people left without saying goodbye. I'm sad that I had to say goodbye to certain people. I feel jilted that I didn't get to name my terms...for anything. Long story. I just feel like I got screwed in a lot of ways, and I'm not talking about money here at all, actually. It's just...I learned a lot more about what's going on behind the scenes of everything I've been so "familiar" with for 17 years now, and I feel disgusted and hurt, but not directly...it's kind of like when a kid finds out Santa's not real. Or something.
I hope going to the gym helps me sort things out. What could she possibly have to sort out and deal with about bridge, you ask? I guess you have to be part of it for me to even begin to explain. Or maybe I'm just being cryptic. Or maybe I just need sleep. Or therapy. And of course it's not just bridge. I was actually quite pleased with most of how I played this week. Huge, huge, HUGE thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mczen for kibbitzing my game and offering commentary. Sorry I farted when you were sitting behind me. (Not really, though.) And big thanks to Jay and Darleen for being so understanding of my situation - rest assured, the things that I'm still stewing over have nothing to do with how I was treated by my superiors or coworkers. It's just me this time.
Back to work, I think.
Peace.
Anyway.
When I was a kid, a friend of mine was assigned to read A Tale of Two Cities, and she really hated it. To give me an idea of how much it sucked, she made me read the first page. I thought Dickens was on crack, and whatever teachers were assigning it were just out to make innocent kids suffer. But I'm starting to get what the dude (hehe - inside joke, sorries) was saying. Best of times, worst of times, etc...yeah, okay, I've been there. Let's take Gatlinburg, for example.
Everything in that town is tacky and over the top and it wreaks of right wing fundamentalism, but I really love going there. I work my ass off, complain about everything, get sore, eat like shit, and generally hate 99% of the people I have to interact with, but looking back on the week, all the stupid shit is behind me now and the memories that persist are the ones where I was laughing or crying or both with good friends. I can't even begin to count (or remember, d'oh) the number of times I said "I have to put that in my blog!" so it must've been a good time, even if I was totally delirious from lack of sleep. I do remember two more things I was going to mention:
Random stupid young local kid talking about some rap song: He did an akyoustick (spelled phonetically) version of it.
Jeremy F: A cue stick? Isn't that what you play pool with?
Mrs. J: Do you play bridge?
Meg: Yes. I was hoping to play here all week, but it didn't work out.
Mrs. J: Do you know what your problem is?
Meg: (caught off guard by the sweet yet threatening - there's Dickens again - sound of this phrase) What?
Mrs. J: You are too cute for this game.
Yeah so anyway back to what I was saying. I've arrived home and I just feel so...exhausted. Mentally and physically drained, and I have no idea how I let this tacky little town get inside of me so much. Why all the drama? Things went well and I'm unhappy and other things went unwell but I'm happy anyway and I still don't know how I feel and how does a bridge tournament have such a bizarre effect on me? I'm sad that certain people left without saying goodbye. I'm sad that I had to say goodbye to certain people. I feel jilted that I didn't get to name my terms...for anything. Long story. I just feel like I got screwed in a lot of ways, and I'm not talking about money here at all, actually. It's just...I learned a lot more about what's going on behind the scenes of everything I've been so "familiar" with for 17 years now, and I feel disgusted and hurt, but not directly...it's kind of like when a kid finds out Santa's not real. Or something.
I hope going to the gym helps me sort things out. What could she possibly have to sort out and deal with about bridge, you ask? I guess you have to be part of it for me to even begin to explain. Or maybe I'm just being cryptic. Or maybe I just need sleep. Or therapy. And of course it's not just bridge. I was actually quite pleased with most of how I played this week. Huge, huge, HUGE thanks to
mczen for kibbitzing my game and offering commentary. Sorry I farted when you were sitting behind me. (Not really, though.) And big thanks to Jay and Darleen for being so understanding of my situation - rest assured, the things that I'm still stewing over have nothing to do with how I was treated by my superiors or coworkers. It's just me this time. Back to work, I think.
Peace.
