Sound; Hammers hammering.
Sight; Tom Robbins' Jitterbug Perfume. Wild Things, a guilty pleasure movie.
Taste; Arby's.
Touch; I thought my feet quit growing once I reached a certain age. I also used to think that skin problems went away once you were through with puberty. My sandals that fit last spring pinched my feet this afternoon.
Smell; Because our apartment just has openings instead of doors, besides the bathroom, I went and picked up material to make a drop over the main entrance into the living room. Not only is it eye pleasing, it keeps the heat upstairs, and BLOCKS THE LITTER SCENT. I couldn't be happier because my cats have some terribly stubborn exhaust fumes.
Today's favorite phrase; "Frothing little cunts."
This morning I hadn't had nearly enough sleep, so in a bold move, I called in and said I'd be a few hours late. It didn't even occur to me that this may be a problem, and luckily it wasn't. When I finally did get there, my computer was still possessed. It turns out I'm sharing a connection to the network with Back Fat, and she's the one that's been having so many problems, which caused all of mine. Just because we know what the problem, doesn't mean they can fix it. So starting next week, I get a new computer and my own network cable. That should be the end of that. I have tons of personal items to delete, so I'm going to be taking care of that tomorrow, working on Saturday to take up some of the slack of this week. I just haven't been able to accomplish much at all. I'm just scattered and unable to center myself in the range of emotions that are daily routine normally. It's either one end of the spectrum or the other, I'm not finding balance at all.
There's a huge ruckus brewing behind the scenes at work. Apparently one of the conferences for this week didn't do as well as expected, and there were a few suites left over at the hotel. See, normally at work when there is an instance like this...football tickets etc... everyone puts their names in a hat or some shit and it's random. In this case, the girl who oversees this area just picked out ten of her friends and gave it to them. Not even behind everyone's backs, but bold faced in front of other people. Each person chosen was a white female. This has males and the minority staff members quite pissed. I have to admit that it's all bullshit, and I would've liked a chance to hang out in a swank suite over the weekend. But I'm not going to file a complaint over it. I don't think I'll have to in order for it to get done though. There are plenty of irked folks already.
I almost pity the girl who hand picked the people getting the suites, she just made an ass load of enemies in a short amount of time.
I'd forgotten how much I liked Tom Robbins, he makes nonsense seem like perfectly logic statments.
I can smell the bag of Arby's sitting on the counter waiting for me, it's making it difficult to continue...anyhow.
This weekend Adam and I are on a mission to get every fucking germ and dust bunny out of the apartment. We borrowed a vacuum with a hepafilter and water spinner thingee at the base that sucks up everything for miles. As opposed to our shitty little Dirt Devil, which uses bags that you can only find once in a blue moon. You should see how excited I get when I find them at a store, you'd think I'd found gold in the crack of my ass. We bought cleaners and degreaser for the kitchen, huge bag of kitty litter and incense. It's hard work keeping this damned place clean. I wanted to hire someone but Adam shot that idea down.
I'm off to smother myself with Arby's sauce and stick myself between the sesame seed bun.
Right now a joke running between Adam and I to stop an arguement from getting heated is to abruptly say "I'll file!"
It's funny now, but it hit me that that phrase is spoken daily by couples who meant it. I have to be thankful for that we can laugh about shit like that, I hope it never changes.
I'm entertaining thoughts of new career changes... even the police academy has crossed my mind. How fucking scary is that?
"Son, if you'll just pass over that pound of illegal narcotics, we won't have to tell anyone about this little incident."
I think I've found my calling.
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