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When I last wrote, I was telling you all how excited I was about going to
a nice relaxing yoga class, followed by that very special Buffy the
Vampire Slayer episode, right? Oh, lord...the best laid plans... Hm. I'm going to try - TRY - to put this one in a positive light. It's a challenge, and I make no excuses for when I fall into ranting bitchiness... I was late for yoga, but I knew I was going to be late, so I was ok with that. Yoga=relaxing, right? Well, there was a photographer set up in the front of the gym, snapping flash bulbs at us during most of the class. Bright side: hey, flashbulbs are bright. No, ok....I posed for pictures in a group of about 5 people afterwards and I didn't get all weird about my body. What the hell. I went back to my car in the garage, and as I was getting my backpack out of the trunk, I noticed my license plate was missing. The front plate was still there, but the back one was gone, no screws, no nothin'. I drove down to the first level, where I proceeded to put in a call to the police to report it. The dispatcher was a BITCH. Dispatcher: I need to inform you that it could take up to an hour for an officer to arrive. Me: An hour? I only need to file a report...can I go somewhere and make it happen faster? Dispatcher: I'm sorry, but it may take up to an hour. Where will you be waiting for the officer? :Me: I'm at the ticket booth inside the Allston Way parking garage. Dispatcher: At the kiosk there? Me: I suppose you could call it that. Dispatcher: Ok. Don't leave so the officer can find you. (hangs up) You wanna know what she told the officer? (I found this out later) "She's at a kiosk on Allston Way". I called David to tell him to tape Buffy for me. While I was on the phone, I noticed a squad car drive by slowly. Me: Oh, hey, I should go flag down that police car. David: No, your call is in; wait your turn; there are more serious things going on. Me: I suppose you're right, but I'm HUNGRY and I wanna go home. An hour later I called the police again. I found out they couldn't find me because they didn't even know to drive into the garage. Officer: Why don't you drive to the police station; it's only two blocks away. Me: ARGH! Sure, I'll be right there. Then they made me wait another half an hour. I'm ashamed to admit this - I mean, there are more serious things happening to people who have to go to police stations - but I was crying. Sniffling with low blood sugar and a real NEED to go to the bathroom (I'd been sitting in a parking garage for over an hour with a full bladder and now the need to go had transgressed #1 and was becoming walking-funny-now urgent). Of course, all the doors at the police station are locked, and there's a sign directing you to go to the bathroom at the court house which was about 2 blocks away - and I couldn't walk that far, not anymore. Bright side: The officer was cute and the report only took 5 minutes once I got to finally fucking talk to him. He was so cute I ended up apologizing and explaining my low blood sugar and all that. I really wanted to ask him out, but I'd been such a sniveling bitch when I first met him I was way too embarrassed. He was very nice...
When I got home, Buffy was 3/4 of the way over. Jen looks up and says, "This is SOOOO scary". I wave my hands and tell her I'll explain at the commercial and I lock myself in my room with de-stressing mechanisms and herbs. Bright side: Aron watched the tape with me later. We each ate a piece of leftover fudge from the journallers meeting (so you know it was good) and I had to get my blanky those monsters were so scary. Man! Was that a great Buffy episode or what? I was on it, too. Did any of you notice that the little teaser they played ("We will return to "Hush", a very special Buffy the Vampire Slayer") when they went to commercial was silent after the town lost their voices? That was so cool, and I caught it right away, much to the surprised admiration of Aron. And, yes, Beth, I think Willow and her wiccan friend are going to be more than just friends, too. And the end of the episode....well. There are some REAL writers working on this show, I tell you. Or at least this episode. Wow. Today. I'm just gonna mention this so you can feel for me and my car trauma. Not only do I have to wait until Friday to go to the DMV for plates (yes, I get to buy new ones), but today I got another fuckin' ticket. For parking in a spot with some chips of faded yellow paint. No, I didn't fuckin' notice when I parked there. My guess is that the parking clones were drawn in by my lack of plates, went around to see if the front plates were there and noticed the old yellow paint. People park in that spot ALL THE TIME - I think most people don't notice that paint. ARGH. GRRR. WAHHHHHHHHHH. Bright side: Judith felt sorry for me and told me how much our Xmas bonuses are that we're getting on Friday. It's gonna be bigger than my paycheck. I love working for a well-off, generous company. Tonight is the company Holiday dinner. Yum. Everyone looks so nice, too, all dressed up. Judith told her date how "outrageous" Krista and I are (she admitted I'm less outspoken about it, though probably more outrageous in the long run) and he can't wait to meet us. It's gonna be fun...I hope. | ||
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