july five/six
Jul. 7th, 2001 02:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7the fifth was an exhausting day; a knot in my back muscle that wouldn't ease up, obnoxious customers, people driving off without paying, very little that was at all fun about any of work... writing this after work on the sixth, and Christine (asst. manager) did say that she's greatly enjoyed my presence because it means she doesn't have to run the register and so she can get things done around the store, and could recover from a muscle injury in her back... but that consolation didn't help yesterday when i was running around all damn day with idiots left and right making my life hell. One man came in just as I was having a temper tantrum over my fifth gas drive-off (or something outrageous like that; three a week is considered extreme), and he said oh, it's not like that where I come from. I asked him where he was from. Jamaica, he answered. Oh, really? I asked, having visions of a beautiful mellow place where people don't steal from each other or something like that. No, he said. They always make you pre-pay in Jamaica.
ba-dump - ching (rimshot). (can you have a rimshot for irony? i don't know.) I did ask why we don't have a pre-pay policy and Christine answered with some mutterings about slapping the regional manager upside the head, so I got the impression we lack respect for our middle management. No wonder... in my experience the sorts of people who end up settling in those jobs are spectacularly idiots. Just as a general rule.
So I came home eventually, worn out, frazzled, and infuriated, and came upstairs and talked to people on IM, as I usually do when I get home... if there is anybody... Kat and DW were on, so I talked to them. DW was planning his trip to nationals (he left this morning to get to Sacramento by tonight), which included borrowing a company laptop, setting up a free AOL account, and getting his digital camera stuff together. So there should be some sweet updates on the United States Fencing Nationals soonish.
Kat was back from the Appalachian trail (too damn crowded!!!) and wanted to know all about the Liesl and Dave Affair. I told her all kinds of things but I don't really know either... she didn't know who Dave was, so of course I described his beautiful self (ooh, sexy Dave, so pretty) . She was sort of dubious about it all-- I mean, one of MY housemates? Pretty damn dubious. But I think I did the good friend thing and was all reassuring and vouched for his character etc. Good little me.
I was getting slowly ready to go to RFC for the 8:00 practice, dragging my poor tired feet... (wash face, find contact lenses, find some socks... man, I'm beat... should I be doing this at all? What an ididot I am... would he be miffed if I didn't show up after all even though I said I would? Man my feet are killing me, and this knot in my back... I should take a nap instead...) when who to my wondering eyes should appear but DW himself... he came all the way from the pre-elite class back to the house (well, amidst other errands, including coming to the house to pick up his clean blade) to pick me up. Well. He was going there anyway. But it kept me from punking out. So I went, and played floor hockey with a bunch of kids, yay!!! the rec class is a bizarre but cool mixture of adult males, college kids, and junior high kids (i swear, there was a 50-year-old, a 20-year-old, and fifteen 12-year-olds, and that was the extended play remix). I fenced two bouts and won them both, but not by much... and my first opponent was just finishing his first day ever of fencing. Whoops. Hell, so I suck. Big deal. He already had a better grasp of the idea of parry, then riposte than I have... but oh well. I'm just cool anyway. And I don't fence normally against beginners.
So I got to explore RFC a bit while DW closed up shop (the coaches are gone to Sacramento already, so he ran the practice. Fun for him, fun for us. I'm scared of Ania (the coach) anyhow). Fun place.
After that we rounded up Dave (who was adorably befuddled as only he can be when I phoned him from the fencing centre) and went to BW3 for wings, since Tahou's is currently closed (!!!??!?!?!) ... I gave DW a t-shirt I'd made him for luck that said "Right of Wei" on it... I was quite proud of my handiwork. I think it's about six sizes too big, but it's not my fault that DW is so frickin' skinny. (We established once, outside of Tahou's actually, that yes, I can carry him easily over my shoulder, for a great distance. ) I will say the kid is all muscle, what's not bone. He's no waif. He's just wiry as hell.
He gave me a hug when I gave him the t-shirt and I realized I hadn't had a hug in a damn long time. i am a physical contact junkie, strangely enough... I'm realizing this about myself... maybe it's because I never get any, but I really crave physical contact with other creatures. It's why I miss the cats so much-- petting them, having them sleep on me, holding them, rubbing my face on them-- I'm used to daily doses of that, and ain't getting it or anything close. I dunno... My family was always pretty normal about all that physical contact stuff, not wackily overly demonstrative, and not standoffish or anything. I got two goodnight kisses every night of my life at least through grade school... dad still gives me kisses when I'm home, and mom has the most satisfying arm-filling hugs... I don't really mind inheriting her figure from that aspect. But it'd be much easeir on my lifestyle if I looked a bit more like twiggy...
but anyhow. Where was I? July fifth still, I think. BW3 because no tahou's. (sad face.) We adjourned after some time to DW's apartment, since it was late and I had to be at work at 5:30. How does this help me get to work at 5:30, you ask? It doesn't. Not at all. But it helps DW get packed. So we sat in his living room and watched him pack and do laundry. Dave (he likes it when I talk about him, doesn't he?) was in fine form-- incoherent, unfunny, overtired, and not at all profound. He Ruskined repeatedly (little byeword based on DR's habit of verbally faceplanting-- it's funny because it's not.) I dozed in the papasan chair... I want one of those, really badly... and on the World's Ugliest Couch, which is indeed as comfy as DW claims it is, despite being a visual monstrosity... finally I made Dave take me home, since it was after one a.m., and he was dragging out another conversation topic that had already been discussed to death, and didn't need to be discussed again... at all... I got another hug from DW (feed the addiciton... the addiction... man, I need a cat or something), and petted him on the head, and he promised us he'd call the House if he did really well... we wished him all kinds of good luck, and went home and crashed. Thunk. Went to work today,, don't remember much of it, was pretty friggin' drowsy... sat there writing notes for this, to entertain myself... and was done two hours earlier than I thought I'd be, because I didn't read the damn schedule. Duh. But pleasant, to get home before rush hour killed me... heard more of christine's personal life, which would make a damn scary book...
came home, crashed and burned at 3:30 pm, failed to get up in time for fencing (which i feel bad about, since there were so few of us and we had planned practice sort of, and I had promised to be there) and woke up at 1:30 when EH was stomping around upstairs. There were some messages sitting on my computer, which means I slept through all that noise (the message notification sound usually wakes me up)... including one from DW, who has begun an update for Nationals already!! http://monkey.spankin.nu/nationals/
Pretty good stuff; he's a decent writer.
Now it's three am and my sleeping patterns are all screwed up... i should try to get back to sleep, at least for a couple of hours....
so good night everybody...
;p
ba-dump - ching (rimshot). (can you have a rimshot for irony? i don't know.) I did ask why we don't have a pre-pay policy and Christine answered with some mutterings about slapping the regional manager upside the head, so I got the impression we lack respect for our middle management. No wonder... in my experience the sorts of people who end up settling in those jobs are spectacularly idiots. Just as a general rule.
So I came home eventually, worn out, frazzled, and infuriated, and came upstairs and talked to people on IM, as I usually do when I get home... if there is anybody... Kat and DW were on, so I talked to them. DW was planning his trip to nationals (he left this morning to get to Sacramento by tonight), which included borrowing a company laptop, setting up a free AOL account, and getting his digital camera stuff together. So there should be some sweet updates on the United States Fencing Nationals soonish.
Kat was back from the Appalachian trail (too damn crowded!!!) and wanted to know all about the Liesl and Dave Affair. I told her all kinds of things but I don't really know either... she didn't know who Dave was, so of course I described his beautiful self (ooh, sexy Dave, so pretty) . She was sort of dubious about it all-- I mean, one of MY housemates? Pretty damn dubious. But I think I did the good friend thing and was all reassuring and vouched for his character etc. Good little me.
I was getting slowly ready to go to RFC for the 8:00 practice, dragging my poor tired feet... (wash face, find contact lenses, find some socks... man, I'm beat... should I be doing this at all? What an ididot I am... would he be miffed if I didn't show up after all even though I said I would? Man my feet are killing me, and this knot in my back... I should take a nap instead...) when who to my wondering eyes should appear but DW himself... he came all the way from the pre-elite class back to the house (well, amidst other errands, including coming to the house to pick up his clean blade) to pick me up. Well. He was going there anyway. But it kept me from punking out. So I went, and played floor hockey with a bunch of kids, yay!!! the rec class is a bizarre but cool mixture of adult males, college kids, and junior high kids (i swear, there was a 50-year-old, a 20-year-old, and fifteen 12-year-olds, and that was the extended play remix). I fenced two bouts and won them both, but not by much... and my first opponent was just finishing his first day ever of fencing. Whoops. Hell, so I suck. Big deal. He already had a better grasp of the idea of parry, then riposte than I have... but oh well. I'm just cool anyway. And I don't fence normally against beginners.
So I got to explore RFC a bit while DW closed up shop (the coaches are gone to Sacramento already, so he ran the practice. Fun for him, fun for us. I'm scared of Ania (the coach) anyhow). Fun place.
After that we rounded up Dave (who was adorably befuddled as only he can be when I phoned him from the fencing centre) and went to BW3 for wings, since Tahou's is currently closed (!!!??!?!?!) ... I gave DW a t-shirt I'd made him for luck that said "Right of Wei" on it... I was quite proud of my handiwork. I think it's about six sizes too big, but it's not my fault that DW is so frickin' skinny. (We established once, outside of Tahou's actually, that yes, I can carry him easily over my shoulder, for a great distance. ) I will say the kid is all muscle, what's not bone. He's no waif. He's just wiry as hell.
He gave me a hug when I gave him the t-shirt and I realized I hadn't had a hug in a damn long time. i am a physical contact junkie, strangely enough... I'm realizing this about myself... maybe it's because I never get any, but I really crave physical contact with other creatures. It's why I miss the cats so much-- petting them, having them sleep on me, holding them, rubbing my face on them-- I'm used to daily doses of that, and ain't getting it or anything close. I dunno... My family was always pretty normal about all that physical contact stuff, not wackily overly demonstrative, and not standoffish or anything. I got two goodnight kisses every night of my life at least through grade school... dad still gives me kisses when I'm home, and mom has the most satisfying arm-filling hugs... I don't really mind inheriting her figure from that aspect. But it'd be much easeir on my lifestyle if I looked a bit more like twiggy...
but anyhow. Where was I? July fifth still, I think. BW3 because no tahou's. (sad face.) We adjourned after some time to DW's apartment, since it was late and I had to be at work at 5:30. How does this help me get to work at 5:30, you ask? It doesn't. Not at all. But it helps DW get packed. So we sat in his living room and watched him pack and do laundry. Dave (he likes it when I talk about him, doesn't he?) was in fine form-- incoherent, unfunny, overtired, and not at all profound. He Ruskined repeatedly (little byeword based on DR's habit of verbally faceplanting-- it's funny because it's not.) I dozed in the papasan chair... I want one of those, really badly... and on the World's Ugliest Couch, which is indeed as comfy as DW claims it is, despite being a visual monstrosity... finally I made Dave take me home, since it was after one a.m., and he was dragging out another conversation topic that had already been discussed to death, and didn't need to be discussed again... at all... I got another hug from DW (feed the addiciton... the addiction... man, I need a cat or something), and petted him on the head, and he promised us he'd call the House if he did really well... we wished him all kinds of good luck, and went home and crashed. Thunk. Went to work today,, don't remember much of it, was pretty friggin' drowsy... sat there writing notes for this, to entertain myself... and was done two hours earlier than I thought I'd be, because I didn't read the damn schedule. Duh. But pleasant, to get home before rush hour killed me... heard more of christine's personal life, which would make a damn scary book...
came home, crashed and burned at 3:30 pm, failed to get up in time for fencing (which i feel bad about, since there were so few of us and we had planned practice sort of, and I had promised to be there) and woke up at 1:30 when EH was stomping around upstairs. There were some messages sitting on my computer, which means I slept through all that noise (the message notification sound usually wakes me up)... including one from DW, who has begun an update for Nationals already!! http://monkey.spankin.nu/nationals/
Pretty good stuff; he's a decent writer.
Now it's three am and my sleeping patterns are all screwed up... i should try to get back to sleep, at least for a couple of hours....
so good night everybody...
;p
