Dreams of underwear
May. 2nd, 2003 03:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twicketfaceI'm slowly becoming more confident in my abilities. My boss (the kinda-equivalent of President in a regular company) had me write a policy and he approved it (after making a few changes). I sent it out to the employees and nobody complained about it. It's a good feeling.
Tonight will be fun - signing the rest of the mortgage papers, getting a safety deposit box (for all of my plans to rule the world), the pick-up of the Mysterious FedEx Package and a get together with Eric and Lori. Tomorrow might be a visit with my grandparents. Marie's got a bridal shower to go to so I'll most likely re-assess my Year of Brian plans (sorely overdue), get some reading accomplished and make a mix CD or two. I'm in the mood right now that I can accomplish anything...I don't want it to fade over the weekend.
Sometimes making a ruckus helps. I noticed that many of my magazines had been arriving with the covers and first 5-10 pages ripped. I called the post office two weeks ago to lodge a complaint after trying to get each magazine publisher to send them in some sort of covering (all declined due to cost/environmental reprecussions, which is understandable). This week I received all four issues of the magazines I subscribe to and all were in mint condition. I'm irked that I had to complain to get someone to stop manhandling my magazines, but glad that has been fixed, for now anyway.
I also had an unfortunate incident Wednesday night driving back from Terry's house. It was 9:30 at night, pouring rain and I'm getting onto the highway. A raccoon darted out in front of me and I hit it (it went under the car instead of under a wheel - thankfully(?)). I didn't stop and see if it was okay because there wasn't a spot to pull off and I wouldn't have been able to do anything to help him/her. The new noise my car is making, along with my guilt, is serving as my punishment.
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Tonight will be fun - signing the rest of the mortgage papers, getting a safety deposit box (for all of my plans to rule the world), the pick-up of the Mysterious FedEx Package and a get together with Eric and Lori. Tomorrow might be a visit with my grandparents. Marie's got a bridal shower to go to so I'll most likely re-assess my Year of Brian plans (sorely overdue), get some reading accomplished and make a mix CD or two. I'm in the mood right now that I can accomplish anything...I don't want it to fade over the weekend.
Sometimes making a ruckus helps. I noticed that many of my magazines had been arriving with the covers and first 5-10 pages ripped. I called the post office two weeks ago to lodge a complaint after trying to get each magazine publisher to send them in some sort of covering (all declined due to cost/environmental reprecussions, which is understandable). This week I received all four issues of the magazines I subscribe to and all were in mint condition. I'm irked that I had to complain to get someone to stop manhandling my magazines, but glad that has been fixed, for now anyway.
I also had an unfortunate incident Wednesday night driving back from Terry's house. It was 9:30 at night, pouring rain and I'm getting onto the highway. A raccoon darted out in front of me and I hit it (it went under the car instead of under a wheel - thankfully(?)). I didn't stop and see if it was okay because there wasn't a spot to pull off and I wouldn't have been able to do anything to help him/her. The new noise my car is making, along with my guilt, is serving as my punishment.
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Date: 2003-05-02 02:16 pm (UTC)re: magazines. if i worked at the post office i would *so* read all the magazines before sending them out. wouldn't it be great? like a giant library!
that's probably why i could never get a job at the post office. : )
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Date: 2003-05-04 11:06 am (UTC)I agree about the post office. One time I caught the mailman sitting in his truck (outside my parent's old house) reading through a catalog.
Hmmm...