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today the glitterbomber is... |
2003-07-25 the other night, i got the second estimate for my car from a cigar-chomping man. on the wall of the shop was a framed letter from good old richard m. nixon (when he was still president). he was congratulating a woman for saving someone from drowning. i don�t know who the woman was to whom he wrote the letter. (is that correct grammar? probably not.) it didn�t seem like she was affiliated with the shop in any way. weird. the second estimate was a little lower than the first one, so now i guess it�s up to the guy that hit me to decide what he wants to do. i need to call him to tell him that i want a rental car out of the deal. i�ve been putting it off �cause i�m not so good at the assertive thing. bill will be here tonight, and he told me he�d give me some moral support while i make the call. my co-worker, A, invited me to a party she�s having tonight. it was nice of her, but a) i won�t know anyone there, b) i need some quality time with my boy tonight, and c) she�s 22 and told me that she �got a lot of alcohol.� when you�re 22, that�s what you do (well, that�s what a lot of people do, anyway), but i have long passed out of that stage in my life where alcohol is such a big focus of parties. and i�m glad of that; i�d much rather have good conversation and laughter with friends than to see how much i can drink before i pass out. i had an unsatisfying therapy session last night. somehow, we ended up on the topic of money, which admittedly is a big stressor for me, but there are other things that i wanted to talk about. my therapist knows i didn�t want to talk about it, but i think she pushed me on purpose. i wasn�t too happy about that. i�m sure she had her reasons, but still. i�m not super stressed over money right now, so i�d rather focus on things that i feel are more pressing. yesterday, i had lunch with sara, another co-worker. i didn�t like her much when she first started working here a year ago. since then, however, i�ve gotten to know her better and like her more. i can�t say that she�s a friend, but we talk and have lunch occasionally. i feel bad for her because she�s being laid off at the end of next month. our study is winding down, and the grant is almost up. that�s the trouble with grant-funded positions (including mine)�you know how long you�ll be employed for, and when the grant is over, so is your job. i have a couple more years on mine, but i expect to be gone by then, anyway. we ate at one of those mexican places where you order things off of the menu at the counter, but you still get choices of types of salsa, beans, and cheese. so, you think you�re off the hook once you order, but soon someone is asking you what kind of salsa you want or yelling �cheese? sour cream?� at you. it�s very stressful; you have to make quick decisions, or else they glare at you. this was our first time eating there, so we didn�t know about the process ahead of time. actually, it�s a lot like the soup nazi thing on seinfeld. at least the food was yummy. *** the friday five: *** amy e has cute kittens at her house now. get your daily kitten fix here. |
