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Where's Windy?
Last year, I took Monday and Tuesday post-con off of work. This year, I thought I could do just Monday. Hah!
I woke up at 7:30 am yesterday morning. Groaned. Called work. Went back to sleep until about 1pm.
Got up. Pseudo-unpacked. Watched "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets". Monte got home. We eventually went and got Chinese take-out and some hard cider. Watched "Go" which I really liked. Sleep.
Tonight: Sex Night with the girls
Tomorrow: Impromptu board meeting
Friday: Post-con self-congratulatory dinner with the board (and somewhat post mortemy discussion)
Saturday: Dunno, but we're going to see No Pants! Who's coming with??
Oh - I have a half-day of work next Monday the 14th. I was thinking about seeing a matinee downtown at Block E. Anyone want to join me? Pretty please??
And finally -
what is with the *ahem* black culture?? I was watching tv when someone starts playing their music next door (at the car wash) so loudly that it's hard to hear the tv. I go over there, and it's so loud that she can't hear me asking her to turn it down. So, I go around the car and gently touch her shoulder. "Can you turn it down, please?" "What?" [she leans down to turn it down] "Can you please turn it down?" [she does} I walk away and she turns it back up. I turn around and go back. Once again, she can't hear me talking to her so I have to approach her again to get close enough to touch her. When I ask her to turn it down, she goes all "black" on me. "Don't you get in my space!" I back up. I was nothing but polite at first. "I live right over there and-" "Don't you go getting all on top of ME! My music ain't that loud, it's not thumping!" "I can't hear my tv - " "Well, I've got to hear it over the vacuum and that's no reason for you getting all up on me!" "Do you see that sign over there? I can call the cops on you." "I ain't going to jail cuz my music ain't that loud!"
She turned the music back up and I walked inside. And then, of course, she turned it down.
But here's the thing - she made a concious choice to go off on me. When she turned around the second time, she had this smirk on her face, her eyes were gleaming. And then she went into her act. If it weren't for the fact that *I* do not want to go to jail, I would have merrily popped her in the nose.
Honestly. When did it become okay to get out of responsibility by simply being more belligerent than the other person?
I woke up at 7:30 am yesterday morning. Groaned. Called work. Went back to sleep until about 1pm.
Got up. Pseudo-unpacked. Watched "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets". Monte got home. We eventually went and got Chinese take-out and some hard cider. Watched "Go" which I really liked. Sleep.
Tonight: Sex Night with the girls
Tomorrow: Impromptu board meeting
Friday: Post-con self-congratulatory dinner with the board (and somewhat post mortemy discussion)
Saturday: Dunno, but we're going to see No Pants! Who's coming with??
Oh - I have a half-day of work next Monday the 14th. I was thinking about seeing a matinee downtown at Block E. Anyone want to join me? Pretty please??
And finally -
what is with the *ahem* black culture?? I was watching tv when someone starts playing their music next door (at the car wash) so loudly that it's hard to hear the tv. I go over there, and it's so loud that she can't hear me asking her to turn it down. So, I go around the car and gently touch her shoulder. "Can you turn it down, please?" "What?" [she leans down to turn it down] "Can you please turn it down?" [she does} I walk away and she turns it back up. I turn around and go back. Once again, she can't hear me talking to her so I have to approach her again to get close enough to touch her. When I ask her to turn it down, she goes all "black" on me. "Don't you get in my space!" I back up. I was nothing but polite at first. "I live right over there and-" "Don't you go getting all on top of ME! My music ain't that loud, it's not thumping!" "I can't hear my tv - " "Well, I've got to hear it over the vacuum and that's no reason for you getting all up on me!" "Do you see that sign over there? I can call the cops on you." "I ain't going to jail cuz my music ain't that loud!"
She turned the music back up and I walked inside. And then, of course, she turned it down.
But here's the thing - she made a concious choice to go off on me. When she turned around the second time, she had this smirk on her face, her eyes were gleaming. And then she went into her act. If it weren't for the fact that *I* do not want to go to jail, I would have merrily popped her in the nose.
Honestly. When did it become okay to get out of responsibility by simply being more belligerent than the other person?