Eight short stories for seven missing days.

2004-02-03 at 9:56 a.m.

The week in review:

• Our team won at trivia on Tuesday. Let me point out--our trivia is not that NTN easy trivia. No no no. This trivia asks how old Ronald Reagan was when he took office, and then as a bonus, who was the second oldest person to take office? Hard mundane details. Yeah, we kick ass.

• Wednesday, Em and Bec and I watched American Idol. I'm so hopelessly addicted to that show now, it's not right nor healthy. I'm not proud. Andrew and I kibbitz, kvetch, bicker and debate about who should be let in and who shouldn't. He's still bitter that his little Parachute Girl didn't get in. And then Em brought her Alias DVDs and now I'm hooked on a whole new show.

• Thursday brought the Big Blow Out Sale. My manager decided that all the ugly designs that hadn't sold before would get marked way down, below cost, and we'd sell them at one of those bin sales. Which is a good idea, on its face, but totally doesn't acknowledge how really really stupid some people are. You put up a big sign that says "ONE DAY ONLY!!!" and you have people asking "So, are you guys gonna be here tomorrow?" That same big sign--posted everywhere, I might add--on every door into the building, in front of the cash register, and invariably in front of everyone asking--said "ALL SALES FINAL!" and people would ask, "So if this doesn't fit, can I return it?" Asshole, you're getting a tee shirt for five bucks, sweatshirts for fifteen. Shut. Up.

• And then, so we stay on for an extra four hours because we're that busy, and then as we're closing up after having been there for twelve continuous hours, literally as we start boxing up the clothes, The Obnoxious Twins with their Rosie-Perez-out-of-the-nose whine approach, all upset that they didn't know we were having this sale, and how can we be out of triple-X's, and if they'd known about this sale, they totally would have come, and why didn't we advertise, and when we said we did, there were posters in the student center, and sandwich boards on the sidewalk, and ads in the paper, and signs on every goddamn door to the building they tell us that if we'd only advertised in their apartment building they totally would have come. Tell ya what, lazy farts, just give me your phone number, and I'll call ya personally next time, mmmm-kay? Or not.

• And Friday, Friday Bec and I went to a party that made me feel old old old, because as much as I enjoy meeting new people, I don't want to go to a house party anymore with a keg on the back porch and fifty people I don't know. It was great hanging out with just Bec, and it was nice going out, but it was a relief to use "I have class at 9 tomorrow morning!" as an excuse to beat a hasty retreat.

• Saturday, after class (love it! love drawing class!) and working at the basketball game (which was apparently mascot night, because the Keebler Elf, Chester Cheetah, a Giant Stuffed Light Bulb, a beaver in a baseball suit, some kind of weasel or gopher or something in a basketball suit, a viking in a basketball suit, a Moose in a Whatsamatter U jersey, and Michigan J. Frog were all in attendance. Or maybe it's Bad Acid Trip night, one or the other.) Andrew and I had a really really nice date night. I highly highly HIGHLY recommend Spellbound. I so so mean it. This was the best kind of birthday present ever--the kind I didn't even know I wanted, and it was only because someone knows me so well (Mom!) that she gave it to me and it was perfect perfect. And what does it say about me and Andrew that a documentary about a national spelling bee was a perfect date night? Well, the start to a perfect date night, anyway? (Hee.) (By the way, one of the contestants is now at Carleton. Weird, huh?)

• And Sunday was the Superbowl. God, I have good friends, because we had a great time hanging out and watching over at Dan and Em's. Might I point out what a weird world it is that two of my best friends in Portland (and, I think, Andrew's and my first "couple friends") are my brother's ex-roommate and his wife? (Not Jay's, Dan's.) To add to the weirdness, another friend of my brother's was visiting Dan at the time. Weird weird world.

• And yesterday I babysat. I love Olivia, my little cutie babysitting charge. She's recently started putting two words together, like "Open it?" I had brought a couple presents for her that Em had given me to pass on--just little sponge toys and a little back pack. Olivia was so excited. "Oh boy!" she kept saying. Every time she opened something new. "Oh boy!" Even when all she was doing was reopening something she'd just opened. "Oh boy!" She's got one other two-word phrase that I heard shortly after she poured her sippy cup all over the floor and then sat in it. She looked sadly up at me and just said, "Oh, man!"

And now it's today and I'm behind on my Paynet work and behind on my French company research work and behind on my educational funding research work and I just realized I'm even behind on my bookstore inventory work and all I wanna do is drink my coffe and take my puppy for a walk. Oh, and apparently spend twenty minutes updating my diary.

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