2006-08-31
Vacation.
I actually had a vacation. A real vacation that didn't just involve going home and watching television at my parents' house. I spent a few days down in San Francisco which, forgoing the stress of parking and that I spent about half of my time walking in the opposite direction then planned because I get hopelessly lost in any city larger than four blocks, it was a pretty great time.
I brought my camera and had every intention of taking many, many pictures to document the trip. I first had to take pictures of the murals in my hotel room:
And then, from that moment on, I completely forgot I had a camera and didn't take another picture, not even of Argolam, who I finally got to meet.
(Who, by the way, is awesome. Don't believe that self-depreciating crap he tries to pull. I mean, he took me to see Cat Power; how cool is that?)
The only downfall to the trip was, on the way home, I got a flat tire in the middle of nowhere. Actually, it wasn't so much a flat as a rim with small pieces of smoking rubber attatched. Luckily, I have really great insurance with roadside assistance and a newly acquired cell phone. Unluckily, my cell phone died before I could get through to a tow company, and so I was pretty much stuck by the side of the road, accompanied only by my complete lack of knowledge of how to change a tire until a very nice mechanic named Ray pulled over and showed me how to change the tire, and I wasn't left to die by the side of the road.
After three days of being able to do what I want in a town I enjoy, and hanging out with someone I actually want to hang out with, the reality that hit me this morning was like a swift kick to the face. Work was hell; I had a voicemail box full of pissed off messages, my desk looked like a disaster area, and I found out that I will soon be sharing an office with the most annoying man that has ever walked the earth. Not only does he talk incessantly, but all he talks about are snails and octupuses (which, according to Merriam-Webster dictionary, is now the accepted plural form of octopus, which is completely boring information unless you are my new officemate). All the time. And he hasn't quite learned the universal symbol of Ignoring a Person Means They Don't Want to Hear You Discuss the Particular Molecular Makeup of the Pacific Northwest Snail. I knew I should have just run away to the city rather than come back here...now all I want to do is spend the next twenty years in my pajamas with a bottle of wine.
corin82 at 8:03 p.m.