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These three things have made today bearable. Not that there's any one
thing making it UNbearable, but when I rolled out of bed this morning,
after another night of tossing and turning and waking in the middle of the
night with heart-wrenching emotional revelations, I decided I had to
trick
myself into thinking today might not be so bad after all by getting all
gussied up in my burn-out velvet black skirt, delicate cream silk tunic
blouse with my hair out of my way, twisted on top of my head.
It worked. I mean, everyone at work noticed the change (I usually wear flowy, colorful, granola-chick clothes; nothing so sleek as the outfit today), and thus I got many of this sort of compliment: "Hey, Heather! You're all dressed up! You look lovely (nice, beautiful, pretty etc)." Well, Steve's was the most original: "You have an interview today?" Still, with everyone noticing my effort, it was hard to be too down. They were predisposed to treat me well, as I was dressed to impress as it were. One of the people we were interviewing today was waiting in the lobby and totally straightened up and smiled all winningly at me when I walked in. It took me aback; I'm just a receptionist; then I realized she saw what I was wearing and thought: "She's someone important". So, I was. Maybe I should dress up everyday. Then, there was sushi. It was a special company lunch day (the 2nd this month, to honor a new employee visiting from our German office), so I left with Kimio to pick up sushi in the rain. That could've been a lot worse than it sounds, and it almost was. Anyway, the food was amazing, as always (we order from Genki's in Berkeley, and if you live around here, I highly recommend them. They're at San Pablo and Cedar) and everyone was well-fed. I started eating sushi this summer, yes, the fish parts too, and I'm kinda into it. I mean, I don't care all that much about fish as animals, it was just the smell that turned me off. But, David showed me that fish isn't fishy when it's raw, so now I eat raw fish occasionally. And, boy, does that protein rush rock! Anyhow, it's now 5:15 PM and I should drive through our wet, slick streets home. I should go home and make goulash, so I have food in the fridge. I should go home and call Carol and Jodi, and talk to them, find out their Thanksgiving plans and invite myself along (they're the only people I'd feel comfortable imposing on like that; they're my family away from Indiana, my sisters away from Holly, my home away from...). I should go home and write. I should go home and take off these tights. I should go home and sort through papers. I should go home and.... I should just go home. | ||
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