Jul 29 2002
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just another manic monday…
any post that starts out with a bangles quotation has to be good, right? right? huh? right? huh huh huh?
ok. down to business.
today it rained like a motherfucker. there’s really no other way to say it. i have a story:
i went to lunch at 1:30, as is my custom. on my way back to work, it started to rain a little. then it started to rain harder and harder and oh my god oh my god harder…er…sorry…
anyway, it started raining harder, and i turned on my windshield wipers, which is an exercise in futility, since the wiper blade on the driver’s side is pretty much nonexistent and doesn’t believe in removing water from the windshield. so i drove to work practically blind, and that was fun. i pulled into the parking lot behind city hall and reached into my backseat for my umbrella, only to find that hey! my umbrella don’t live here no more. so i pulled out of my prime parking space (which is still kinda far from the back door, as i had to cross a bridge and walk up the long handicap ramp to the building) and drove around to the front so i wouldn’t have to walk as far and get as wet.
i found a great space in the front lot, and sat in my car for a minute, hoping the deluge would die down. it did. so i opened my door and got out of my car, and then the floodgates opened. yes, i was drenched. my pants were sticking to my legs, my feet were slipping in my lovely straw sandals that i got during a wonderful shoe sale, and my white eyelet shirt… well… it’s white, and it’s eyelet, and it was soaking wet. so you can figure that out. fortunately i wasn’t wearing the lace bra today.
right. so. anyway, i crossed the street and walked up the steps to the building, but i couldn’t go very fast because, as i said before, my feet were slipping in my lovely straw sandals, and i didn’t want to fall and make an ass of myself. standing in the doorway was bruce, the city engineer, and joann, the switchboard lady. they were laughing at me, but at least bruce opened the door. i stood there dripping on the floormat and then walked to my office to find my boss’s babysitter had dropped by with his kids and they liked pointing out that i was wet. there was someone else in the office who said “well you’re not melting,” to which i replied, “i have no illusions of being made of sugar.” and then he said, “that’s not what i heard.” yeah.
so i spent the rest of the afternoon soaking and freezing because the fucking air conditioner was on… and yippee ti yi ho…
it was monday.
