Aug 09 2002
80032092
fabulous friday in jamelah-land (a.k.a. incoherent ramble)
oh jesus. i’ve been at work for 5.5 hours already and it’s not even time for me to leave for lunch. yeah, guess what? i’ve been at work since 7:00 a.m. i had to show up before the 7:30 meeting to type something up and make copies… but my computer is being a bitch these days and likes to jump to this blue screen and tell me that it’s dumping physical memory whenever i get in the middle of something i haven’t saved yet. it’s lovely. that happened this morning, but fortunately the sheet came out of the printer before this happened, and it didn’t have any typos in it that i had to fix, so i don’t care that it’s lost forever.
um…. to be brief, i am tired. i took a shower at 11 last night so i wouldn’t have to get up any earlier this morning… and then, because i am a dumbass, i decided it would be a good time to read some rimbaud. yeah… i don’t know what’s wrong with me. but at 6, when the alarm went off, i was not ready for it at all, and finally managed to drag myself out of bed at 6:30 and got dressed in the dark. it’s rather fortunate that i match today.
anyway…. this is the second recreation advisory board meeting that i have been fortunate enough to sit and take minutes for, and i have to say that i am not fond of these meetings at all. everybody just wants to sit around and talk about how my boss is wonderful. and i will admit, he’s a great boss… the most genuinely nice person i’ve ever worked for… he’s a little scatterbrained so i have to nag him sometimes… but blah. see? now i’m doing it. ok. my boss is super and i like working for him and all… but seriously. i don’t need to sit in meetings and take minutes about how he’s fabulous. i’m seriously thinking about sneaking this into the minutes, though:
old business: a roundtable discussion on the absolutely fabulous qualities rod possesses.
i wonder how that would go over.
ok, i’m tired of typing this, and i’m certain that it’s not all that entertaining… so i’m gonna quit now.
ha. i lied. i gotta go to a cookout tonight. i have a feeling i might fall asleep right in the middle of some potato salad.
