Its another slow day at work. We have about 6 people on vacation. In an office numbering 20+ that’s a lot of people. Last night I got so engrossed learning about all the features of this blog that I didn’t even notice when it was time to go home. I looked at my computer clock flashing at me. Whoopeee! I slinked to the garage where I park and made sure the matronly attendant at the exit had gone home for the day before I could get in my car and drive off. It’s $10 a day parking at this garage and I’m cheap/broke. So far my luck has held for 3 mos. and I have been forced to pay only one time. That was last Tuesday.
We had gotten out of work early, I went with some of my co-workers to a bar for some drinks (I just had a Dos Equis). I tried to get the irritatingly perky waitress there to validate my parking stub but she said that they don’t validate after 2 pm. Fine, I went to the theatre across the garage to buy a movie ticket where they will validate after a ticket purchase. I figure $6 is better to pay than $10. I walked up to the booth.
Me:Do you validate a parking stub if i have a movie ticket?
Booth Lady: Yes.
(She picks up her stamp and hovers it over the stub I had pushed across our divide)
Booth Lady: You got a ticket?
Me (thinking quickly):Yes.
Booth Lady stamps my parking stub. Whoopee!
Smugly, I drive up to the exit booth and present my stamped parking ticket to the lady (not my usual matronly lady).
Unusual lady: It’ll still be $10. You parked too long here.
Okay, so back to last night. I untangled myself from the snare of the parking charge and drove twenty minutes home to my new apartment with boxes still scattered around. I promised myself I wouldn’t be lazy anymore once I moved into my new apartment. I wouldn’t want my husband to accuse me of being lazy again. So I cooked (warmed up some ready-to-eat stuff), I washed dishes (threw them in the dishwasher) took care of the rest of the boxes (hid them in a closet) and tidied around the house (supervised my brother tidying).
My brother is having separation anxiety. He’ll be moving back home next Monday. I am having separation anxiety because he does the laundry. And he’s damn good too.
I have a dream. I have a dream that one day my weblog will look cool, with pics, and graphics, and that I’ll figure out how to create borders and highlights around my text. I have a dream that sidebars and borders will meet and hold hand in hand and that people will flock to witness this miracle. And when they flock, they can sign a guest book.
Note to self: learn HTML programming or get someone else to program my weblog to look the way I want.
Self asks: When between work, between working toward your MCSE, keeping house, and reading your latest Dean Koontz book, will you have to read up on HTML programming?
Self answers: We will make time. The force is strong in us.
By they way, I highly recommend Dean Koontz’s Odd Thomas. Link to Dean Koontz’s site to read more about it.