Sunday, October 17, 2004
Next Saturday I work a four-hour shift. Das ist alles. Yesterday the people at Claire's (Claire's and The Icing own AfterThoughts) called me to substitute someone's shift. They mentioned they needed another associate, I mentioned I needed another job, and I believe we may configure a mutually beneficial relationship. I'll still require a second job, though.
This morning around five-thirty the fire alarm went off. At first the siren and voice over the intercom were part of my dream. After realizing the situation I considered remaining asnooze, but I remembered reading somewhere refusing to leave the building during a fire drill incurs a disciplinary infraction of some fashion. Cursing inwardly I hobbled down seven flights (which I did not so much mind, as there were boys who climbed down from the top, Floor Twelve) and walked outside onto the crumbly pavement in my bare sockies, as I had forgotten to don my Airwalks. After only a few minutes the dorm went back up the stairs. I could not fall back asleep, of course. I lay in bed for an hour and-a-half contemplating why I am a complicated person.
I shall spend most of this day in bed either sleeping, reading, or moaning in pain. I waste much more time now that I do not have a motor vehicle or a full-time job.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:34 AM]