whew. what a week. what a long, exhausting week. such a week, i can’t even find the will to properly capitalize.
a stupid fish stole my favorite loure on wednesday… a little crawdad with a rattle inside that looks like it’s injured when it’s swimming. lost in the depths of eagle creek.
i almost had my face ripped off by upper management on friday… or at the very least, my blood was frozen by the look on her face. it was one of the worst experiences i think i’ve ever had in this office, and i responded by acting like sammy, slamming doors and throwing things to show my disgust. she responded to this, appropriately, by patting me on top of the head and talking down (even more) to my poor, pathetic personage.
my car has been making a clink-clunk-jingle sound from the back driver’s side. and i noticed there’s a nail in one of the tires, which means it’s only a matter of time before it goes flat.
friday, i hit up the fair with annie and mike, where we alternated between petting farm animals (and fish – i touched a paddlefish!) and eating their byproducts. i can now honestly confess that i’ve eaten a fried oreo, fried reese’s cup, and half of a fried ho-ho (which, i guess, makes it a fried ho). full up to our ears in grease, we got a little cross with one another (or maybe i just got cross), and went home.
saturday, i had heartburn all day (duh). i worked an ok shift at starbucks, but it seemed like an eternity around about 4:30 pm when i was scrubbing the grout between the tiles with a toothbrush (in a skirt) while the other guys on duty sat in the cushy chairs on their cell phones. something in me snapped and i went into the back room, again resumed my 3-year-old actions, and began to cry at the injustices of my life. and i was tired. finally, joe came back and stood there awkwardly as casey began to make me even angrier as he told me to stop feeling sorry for myself. anyway, something must have worked, because i dried my tears and went back to work for another hour and was fine. i went home and watched “elizabethtown” and cried a little more and then it was done.
But this is a new week.
The goodness began to seep in last night, when I took a bath with Ryan Adams (music, perverts) and wrote in my diary. And I had Boddington’s and Dorito’s for dinner – I didn’t even care if it made me chubby.
I began the Monday morning walk from the parking lot to the building by getting scared witless as a semi crashed into the bridge overhead that didn’t provide enough clearance. This happens every so often, but still, I felt bad for these poor guys – what a way to start their day! Glad it wasn’t me.
I’ve got a good latte sitting here with me. It’s a beautiful day, and I get to leave a little early to pick up some stuff. But the best part of this week will hopefully be Friday. I’ve got two pieces of art in the Starbucks Avante Grande art show… and I’ve got a great dress to wear.
My art isn’t that good (I debated even telling you all about it), but I think it will just be a fun evening, to mill around, dressed up, sipping wine, and see what these Hoosier baristas have done and how they look at life through their cameras or pencils or paintbrushes… and I wish you all could be here.