Thursday, Nov. 06, 2003 - 5:26 p.m.
Greetings,
Ack! I just got a phone call from my gottdem dentist’s office. I hate going to the dentist. But the thing is, I’m way overdue for a cleaning and so I really need to go. I think I may have a cavity too which is depressing as all hell. I don’t wanna go!
But I made an appointment for the 20th, so everyone just concentrate on Mina having no cavities and no overlong lectures from Mr. Dentist on getting a cleaning twice a year.
I do floss and I use that Act fluoride rinse stuff and I brush with one of those battery operated toothbrushes. So I have *that* going for me.
I don’t know why I blather on about dentists because not only do I find the subject objectionable, I’m sure it’s boring as all hell to read about.
So, without further ado, I’m switching subjects.
Watched the first disk of Season 5 of Friends last night. Much laughing. Tonight I hope to watch more after the prime time new episode of Season 10.
I’m working tomorrow, so it’s off to PJ’s on Girod beforehand. I’m hoping it will be cool enough for some hot chai.
Tommy and I enjoyed hot mugs of tea last night with “Friends” so I’m in that hot beverage mood.
Here’s some update sort of news about my job. Yes, I’m still going to gush. But if you’d had the Job From Hell with Fatalie, you, too, would be gushing I bet!
Anyway, the other secretary down here, let’s call her, J to preserve some privacy even though I don’t usually like doing things like using initials or fake names, but rules are made to broken as they say.
Anyway, I really like J. She’s very quiet, caring, confidential, the works. We made a secretarial vow about the 4th or 5th day in that we would never gossip, maliciously or otherwise, about other employees. (Naturally I filled her in a little bit about Fatalie and the other secretaries I worked with, but mainly to illustrate my point of what I *don’t* like.)
And we haven’t. We back each other up, we do each other’s extra work if need be, and we answer each other’s phones without complaint or prompting. It’s weird.
I’m getting to use applications I never got to in my old job and I love learning new stuff. There’s the right amount of work, work, work balanced with roll along at your own pace work.
It’s cool.
My cubicle is neat and tidy although a little devoid of the personal touches that ran rampant in my old cube. No helter skelter postcards and pictures, just my Harry Potter desk calendar, my two little stress squeezie thingies (one is shaped like a VW Beetle, the other like a globe. I frequently go for world domination. You know, I hold the fate of the world in my hands?) and my plastic white alligator named Claude that I bought at the zoo.
Claude has been exhibiting some strange signs of maybe not sentience, but certainly something is up with him.
Yesterday he actually turned his back on me. One minute he was facing me, jaws wide open, the next his curled tail was where his head was. As if to say, “Talk to the TAIL, Mina!”
And today when I look at him, sometimes I could swear he moved just a tiny little bit. Like he was animated and coming to life.
It’s freaky.
I should also say I need new glasses, but that would not explain the switched around position, just the way he seems to move a little.
It’s weird in a delightfully strange sort of way. I am thinking I might have to bring him home and use him in some sort of magical rite, but we’ll see. I can just imagine him stalking Marlin (Broken) Pokins, my plastic fish I got in a drink in Pensacola at Flounders. (Marlin’s pokins was broken tragically on New Year’s Eve a few years ago when he was dancing and was so drunk he fell on the kitchen floor and broke his pokins right the hell off. I was involved a little bit too, but I don’t like to talk about it.)
For a couple of years he just swam around in my RC with his pokins firmly broken, but last year I took one of those plastic swords that spear pineapples in upscale trendy tourist-type drinks, and taped it to the end of his broken pokins. So he’s sort of a pirate pokins now.
But anyway, I digress. The thing is, Claude very well might chase Marlin (Broken) Pokins around my Study and I don’t know if I want to risk the whole broken pokins debacle again. And then if Claude EATS Marlin (Broken) Pokins, well, then that would be worse than the drunken accident he had on New Year’s Eve. Sincerely.
Well, it’s that time again. Time to go home and watch “Friends”.
