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Small miseries
Monday, 26 November 2007 14:54
One advantage to where I work is that there are many useful things around the area.
There's a Barnes and Noble within spitting distance (I mean this literally!) of my office building, and there's a Burlington Coat Factory almost as close.
I say this because I want you to know how eager I was for lunch time to roll around.
This morning it rained, and not just a drizzle. It came down a-floodin'. And me, in my infinite wisdom, stepped right into an ankle deep puddle on the sidewalk, thus soaking my socks and shoes.
Wet socks = yuck.
So I waited patiently until lunch so that I could go over to the Burlington Coat Factory and buy socks. They had cute ones, too, but I would've settled for tube socks, gym socks, knee socks, anything. At that point, I was contemplating whether wrapping my feet in paper towels would be a step up from the misery I was currently experiencing.
But I have never experienced such joy as having feet that are *FINALLY* dry and warm.
Now, if I could just get my frakking computer monitor at home to work, I'd be sitting pretty as a picture.
Oh, yeah, BTW - the monitor on my three year old HP has finally gone out. It was in its death throes, but finally died like Hamlet in the last act of the play when we got home from Connecticut.
Thus, my LJ access may be spotty for a few days.
At least I'm well past the required 50K for Nanowrimo or I'd be posting from the inside of Riker's Island or Bellevue, depending on how violent my breakdown was (the aforementioned are a prison and a mental hospital, for the non-New Yorkers).
Luckily, the boy has his laptop and I'm taking a long lunch today.
I'll fill you in on yesterday's monitor drama when I get access from home. Actually, I'll probably forget to and it's rather boring. Suffice it to say, I still don't have a monitor despite my best efforts to the contrary.
There's a Barnes and Noble within spitting distance (I mean this literally!) of my office building, and there's a Burlington Coat Factory almost as close.
I say this because I want you to know how eager I was for lunch time to roll around.
This morning it rained, and not just a drizzle. It came down a-floodin'. And me, in my infinite wisdom, stepped right into an ankle deep puddle on the sidewalk, thus soaking my socks and shoes.
Wet socks = yuck.
So I waited patiently until lunch so that I could go over to the Burlington Coat Factory and buy socks. They had cute ones, too, but I would've settled for tube socks, gym socks, knee socks, anything. At that point, I was contemplating whether wrapping my feet in paper towels would be a step up from the misery I was currently experiencing.
But I have never experienced such joy as having feet that are *FINALLY* dry and warm.
Now, if I could just get my frakking computer monitor at home to work, I'd be sitting pretty as a picture.
Oh, yeah, BTW - the monitor on my three year old HP has finally gone out. It was in its death throes, but finally died like Hamlet in the last act of the play when we got home from Connecticut.
Thus, my LJ access may be spotty for a few days.
At least I'm well past the required 50K for Nanowrimo or I'd be posting from the inside of Riker's Island or Bellevue, depending on how violent my breakdown was (the aforementioned are a prison and a mental hospital, for the non-New Yorkers).
Luckily, the boy has his laptop and I'm taking a long lunch today.
I'll fill you in on yesterday's monitor drama when I get access from home. Actually, I'll probably forget to and it's rather boring. Suffice it to say, I still don't have a monitor despite my best efforts to the contrary.
