2005-11-06 - 9:37 a.m.
I just had a very intense dream that I'd given birth to a girl. She was a very nice baby that never cried, and I lay around for hours just cuddling her and playing with her toes. It still feels quite real, half an hour after waking up, and I find myself wondering what I've done with the baby.
So, to all my hormones, I'm not having kids until I'm thirty. Deal with it.
It is POURING outside, and guess how much washing I did yesterday? Yep, none. So today I'm going to be frantically trying to get enough clothes clean and dry for the week ahead. Although, the nice thing about West's family living so close is that in emergencies we can drive over and dump a load of clothes into their dryer if we need to, which is probably what we'll be doing later today.
We have a new clerk at work who is 19, wide eyed and, unfortunately, really really irritating. I feel terrible for finding her personality grating, because she really likes me. She told me that, looking at me, smiling broadly - "I really like you!" And I winced inside, and decided I was surely the most terrible person in the history of the world.
She hums. She allergic to everything and tells you about it in excruciating detail. In fact, she tells you about everything in her life in excruciating detail if you let her. She reads "paranormal romance" (which is apparently a vampires in love kind of thing), and seems to be desperate to get me to read the books too, despite me protesting that paranormal romance (or indeed romance of any kind) isn't really my cup of tea. More damningly, in a work context, she's very critical of people and work systems after she's worked there for three days. That gets my back up - wait until you've got a handle on how it all works before sitting there tutting and shaking your head in disapproval. When a secretary was talking about the great time she had clubbing on the weekend, the clerk says loudly, "Just so you know, I despise clubbing." Stuff like that.
Plus, she goes to church (I know this isn't a reason to dislike someone, but when it comes hand in hand with a sanctimonious and rude personality, I mention it) and says, "Heck!" and "Shoot the cat!" instead of swearing. And it's getting to the stage where if I hear "shoot the cat!" ONE MORE TIME, I won't be responsible for my actions.
Ahhh. That feels better. Don't you all despise me now?
Book Club on Friday night was fantastic. I think we should regularly have them as dinners, because they go on for much longer, and there's an excuse to have a few drinks. (I have just discovered gin. Yum.)
Funniest comment of the night goes to L. As I related a secretary's story of her boyfriend's umbrella sized penis (you know, the sort that fold up so you can put them in your bag) L says, "Is it bad luck to put it up inside?" Roars of laughter ensued. Yes, it was that sort of night. I hope to have many more of them.
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