Overpowered
Mar. 12th, 2013 05:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryWoke up at Early Ass O'Clock. Not sure if it was the overpowering smell of dried sweat, or the amount of sleep that I'd gotten, but I was still laying there tossing and turning when my alarm went off. Friday is Erika's last day, but today was mine, so I wanted to bring in treats for her. I showered, made my lunch, packed up my sheets & laundry, and hit Ralph's. They were supposed to be having a sale on their accidentally vegan soft-top cookies, so I got those instead of bagels. Not so much when I checked out, but I got them anyway. It would only have been a couple dollars difference, and bagels don't really have the same "treat" ring to them as cookies anyway. Right decision, as Erika was absolutely delighted, and everyone else was moved too. At least until they brought in the not-particularly-vegan-friendly lunch for the folks attending the meeting, and shoved my cookies onto a shelf.
Denise came in for a meeting, but asked what I was doing. I've always absolutely hated that question. If I've got nothing do to, it's not for lack of trying. If I've got stuff to do, then what I'm doing is fucking working. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Hey, if you're not doing anything urgent, can you take this project?" are completely acceptable alternatives. Of course, I happened to not have anything to do, because the scanning situation still hadn't been resolved. I told Denise as much, and was suddenly very happy I'd sent multiple requests to the helpdesk without a response. She had me make enrollment packets for the rest of the day. I still smelled like sick-sweat all day, but the swelling wasn't overpowering, and the heat instead of the AC was on above my desk, which helped. Towards the end of the day, my printer died. I could probably have sent a help desk ticket in, but why?
I caught a post from Tim, requesting help from FB for his boat. I re-posted it to my FB, and to the PPK. Dan from Sydney messaged me, and I told him about being sick, and about Tim. He mentioned that I've got a good plan for dealing with having Tim in my life again, and I should try not to let him get under my skin, as he'd rather I not have to cut him out again. So to speak.
Doing laundry at the mat, I started chatting with an older gent named Ben, and he asked if I wanted to meet him and a friend for dinner. I had been considering treating myself to Loving Hut anyway, but figured I’d tag along wherever they went instead. When I mentioned I was vegan, they suggested LH! He wasn’t as attractive as his pic, but wasn’t far off. I couldn’t tell if they were users or in recovery. The friend was smart, but a little too jumpy. Ben wasn’t too smart, had bad teeth and poor speech. He unlocked pics when I got home, and we’re going to fuck when I get back. I packed – I’m getting better at this. Really, if I hadn’t wanted to bring vodka and sex toys, I would have been fine with my Atlantis duffle. On my way to the store, I happened to see Dewey and his friend. They were headed to The Loft for a drink. Tempted as I was to go with them, it’s not like I was going on a plane tomorrow and could sleep, and I wasn’t done packing anyway. I got a text from Scott in LB, asking if I was still staying with him….he never said yes, so I thought it was a no.
I finished packed at home, and never heard from either Tim or Todd. Had a lot of trouble sleeping.
Denise came in for a meeting, but asked what I was doing. I've always absolutely hated that question. If I've got nothing do to, it's not for lack of trying. If I've got stuff to do, then what I'm doing is fucking working. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Hey, if you're not doing anything urgent, can you take this project?" are completely acceptable alternatives. Of course, I happened to not have anything to do, because the scanning situation still hadn't been resolved. I told Denise as much, and was suddenly very happy I'd sent multiple requests to the helpdesk without a response. She had me make enrollment packets for the rest of the day. I still smelled like sick-sweat all day, but the swelling wasn't overpowering, and the heat instead of the AC was on above my desk, which helped. Towards the end of the day, my printer died. I could probably have sent a help desk ticket in, but why?
I caught a post from Tim, requesting help from FB for his boat. I re-posted it to my FB, and to the PPK. Dan from Sydney messaged me, and I told him about being sick, and about Tim. He mentioned that I've got a good plan for dealing with having Tim in my life again, and I should try not to let him get under my skin, as he'd rather I not have to cut him out again. So to speak.
Doing laundry at the mat, I started chatting with an older gent named Ben, and he asked if I wanted to meet him and a friend for dinner. I had been considering treating myself to Loving Hut anyway, but figured I’d tag along wherever they went instead. When I mentioned I was vegan, they suggested LH! He wasn’t as attractive as his pic, but wasn’t far off. I couldn’t tell if they were users or in recovery. The friend was smart, but a little too jumpy. Ben wasn’t too smart, had bad teeth and poor speech. He unlocked pics when I got home, and we’re going to fuck when I get back. I packed – I’m getting better at this. Really, if I hadn’t wanted to bring vodka and sex toys, I would have been fine with my Atlantis duffle. On my way to the store, I happened to see Dewey and his friend. They were headed to The Loft for a drink. Tempted as I was to go with them, it’s not like I was going on a plane tomorrow and could sleep, and I wasn’t done packing anyway. I got a text from Scott in LB, asking if I was still staying with him….he never said yes, so I thought it was a no.
I finished packed at home, and never heard from either Tim or Todd. Had a lot of trouble sleeping.
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