Exploit me in the deanery.
Sep. 11th, 2006 06:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
constanceMy pets keep wanting to eat earlier and earlier. Maybe it is because the quality of light is changing, and it's late afternoon much earlier than it was a couple of months ago? Or maybe my pets are just spoiled and are pushing to see just how early they can get dinner served? Dunno, really; all I know is that I'll be getting home a little early to feed them as I walk through the door and be feeding them two meals exactly twelve hours apart, which is the schedule my symmetrically-minded little brain loves the most. And so I got home today and played with them, but they grew more and more restless, and I picked up a book I was just a couple of chapters away from finishing, and looked up as I finished the penultimate chapter to realize that every animal in the house was sitting in the living room trying to stare me down, and I defiantly read the last chapter before I suddenly realized I was being absurd waging a battle of wills with four pets simultaneously, started giggling, and went off to feed them without obstinately insisting that exactly twelve hours elapse between meals.
It was absurd, but I would just like to point out that I was totally winning the battle of wills before I called it off.
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I started my new job today. It promises to be a bit of a challenge, since the last person left a lot undone which should have been done, and the drifts of files just kept getting higher and higher, but I'll catch up, and then work will be grand. I am being given control! I can set the radio station in my office! Or even play my iPod right out loud! (Though quietly out loud!) It takes so little to make me happy!
Some of you may remember my mentioning, many months ago, the couple who came into my bookstore to buy magazines featuring their daughter (who was incidentally marrying Ron Livingston); and it turns out that the father of the bride and my new boss are the same man, though the daughter, while still a semi-glamorous Hollywood actress, is sadly no longer marrying Ron Livingston, who, it turns out, is "lazy or something." It makes me sad to think that I have missed the days when R.L. would come hang out in the construction warehouse (yes, he actually did this a couple of times, I am told), and to Mr. Livingston I would just like to say, Baby, you can be lazy or something on my sofa any old time.
It was absurd, but I would just like to point out that I was totally winning the battle of wills before I called it off.
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I started my new job today. It promises to be a bit of a challenge, since the last person left a lot undone which should have been done, and the drifts of files just kept getting higher and higher, but I'll catch up, and then work will be grand. I am being given control! I can set the radio station in my office! Or even play my iPod right out loud! (Though quietly out loud!) It takes so little to make me happy!
Some of you may remember my mentioning, many months ago, the couple who came into my bookstore to buy magazines featuring their daughter (who was incidentally marrying Ron Livingston); and it turns out that the father of the bride and my new boss are the same man, though the daughter, while still a semi-glamorous Hollywood actress, is sadly no longer marrying Ron Livingston, who, it turns out, is "lazy or something." It makes me sad to think that I have missed the days when R.L. would come hang out in the construction warehouse (yes, he actually did this a couple of times, I am told), and to Mr. Livingston I would just like to say, Baby, you can be lazy or something on my sofa any old time.
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Date: 2006-09-13 11:23 pm (UTC)And thanks! I'm liking it so far! :D