Tuesday, November 13, 2007

A Day in my Life
November 13, 2007

1- Alarm sounds at 6:30 am. The clock is 7 min. early, and I know it, so I stay in bed until my phone alarm goes off. Turn blasted phone off. By the time the radio alarm clock has sounded again I decide I might as well get up, because of all the pain I just put Alan through.
2- Eat and make coffee, take shower, find clothes. I should really invest in new pants. Where on earth are my shoes? Three sets of keys, two cell phones, one stupid purse. -All of this in no particular order.
3- Say hi to the insane squirrels who live around my apartment, in the trees. (Think about how squirrels are creepy.) Drive to work, aprox. 30 min. Listen to NPR News or Sarah and No Name, whichever is less depressing. Today Sarah and No Name talked about hemorrhoids.
4- Arrive to work. J beat me to work, yet again. Wonder in awe: J lives in Hayward (substantially farther away than me) and takes public transportation to work, to San Mateo, across a bridge. Talk about determination...
5- Say hi to office, including all three of my coworkers. Ask about any developing crisis in the company/branch. More wonder and awe.
6- Make first cup of tea; necessary step in order to survive following 9 hours.
7- Work.
8- Work more, and eventually goof-off by talking about some crazy work-related incident with Branch Manager (BM).
9- Check to see if San Jose State has finally decided to accept me.
10- Think about San Jose State: Why haven't they accepted me yet?! AHHHH. Life must be more than just working!
11- Pretend to work, while really thinking about lunch.
12- Hunger is too pronounced. Must eat soon. Damn it! I'm out of cashews and cranberries. What is a person supposed to snack around here? Think about 2 bars of delicious chocolate I saw this morning while making breakfast.
13- Ok, I really should work.
14- Prepare lunch: Pick Lean Cuisine from 3 left in mini fridge. Heat. Consume while sitting at desk checking e-mail and proof-reading memos/work stuff.
15- Release front-desk-person so that she can take a lunch break. BM talks about totally random things. Use hour to relax and answer front desk phone. By accident, read in news that Paris Hilton is worried about drunk elephants in Africa.
16- Laugh uncontrollably for 15 sec.
17- Go back to my desk, in the back of the office. Work.
18- Proof read memo of BM, by unsolicited request of BM. BM gets offended. Explain to BM that I received formal training as a linguist and worked for a year as an English tutor. What did he expect?
19- Is it time to go home yet? Make list of things to follow up with tomorrow.
20- Time to head home.
21- Hybrid is empty. Fucking cheapest gas is $3.49 a gallon. Miss Venezuela.
22- Arrive home. It is dark. I am hungry. Go for chocolate bars: I taste the best chocolate I have had all year. Veneto Seeds of Change, dark chocolate with espresso beans and lemon essence is manna from heaven. I got this bar from hippy "green convention" in SF last weekend. The 5 dollar donation I gave to Family Farms was totally worth the chocolate I got in return.
23- Alan calls. He is on his way to school, after his long day at work.
24- Make dinner for self: shiittake "ugly" mushrooms sauteed with spinach, garlic and onion (all ingredients I found at the farmer's market!) over rice. Accompany dinner with wine from Chile: 2005, Panilonco Chardonnay from Colchagua valley.
25- Watch Farscape, my space-cowboy adventure tv series. It is so weird.
26- Sleepy MM puts away laundry that was washed yesterday. Why do have so much grandma-baggy underwear all the sudden?
27- Alan arrives, tired and still recovering from cold.
28- He reads me a chapter of "Option$; the secret life of Steve Jobs. A parody by fake Steve Jobs". More wonder and awe: WTF is wrong with this world?
29- Sleep. Sweet, well deserved sleep. Maybe life isn't so bad... if we could all just get a full nights rest, the world might be a better place. I didn't exercise today. Ohh well, maybe tomorrow I'll work off the manna from heaven, and actually use my lunch break to go on a walk. Sleep.

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