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For the past week at work I've been in a conference room with no windows and about a thousand W-2s and paychecks. Today after we put all the checks and W-2s together, I refused to go back into the dungeon. I'll put it off until tomorrow.
Thank goddess this (payroll) only happens once a month.
I left work early and actually sort of looking forward to my gyno exam because it meant I got to go outside when it was still light out. Told the doc that I was going to start acupuncture school in the fall and that I wanted to concentrate in gynecology. She was very supportive. My gyno rocks - she's definitely the best one I've ever had.
I schlepped to school to buy some needles to practice with. The guy in the bookstore wouldn't sell any to me because I am not enrolled in the school and didn't take the materials and supply class where the school hands students a kit to use. I had to go and be honest (note to self: honesty fucks with you constantly, so don't do it all the time) and tell the book meister that I was taking my first class and needed practice needles and I didn't know what kind to get. He called my professor's office to get permission to sell them to me. My professor wasn't there.
I felt like a kid trying to buy cigarettes or something. I got all upset and teary-eyed. I mean, the teacher says "practice, practice, practice" and how can I unless I have the tools? All I have are three needles - one to use on an apple and two to use on me.
I left without the practice tools but with a theory tool - another book.
Came home to a slothful husband. S'okay coz that's how I was planning on spending the evening. We ordered in pizza - something we've rarely done since we've lived in Boston but did all the time in New York. He played and is still playing his new computer game and I watched "Hedwig and the Angry Inch." I really enjoyed the movie, enough to want to get the soundtrack. I don't usually like musicals but this is a very special kind of musical ;)
More notes to self:
Don't read the local paper in the subway on the way to work in the a.m. It will only put you in a bad mood. Read salon.com instead or that book you're reading.
Get a zen alarm clock soooooooon. Can't wake up to music, won't wake up to a buzzer and waking up to the news is way too depressing since 9/11. It requires an extra dose of happy pills.
Thank goddess this (payroll) only happens once a month.
I left work early and actually sort of looking forward to my gyno exam because it meant I got to go outside when it was still light out. Told the doc that I was going to start acupuncture school in the fall and that I wanted to concentrate in gynecology. She was very supportive. My gyno rocks - she's definitely the best one I've ever had.
I schlepped to school to buy some needles to practice with. The guy in the bookstore wouldn't sell any to me because I am not enrolled in the school and didn't take the materials and supply class where the school hands students a kit to use. I had to go and be honest (note to self: honesty fucks with you constantly, so don't do it all the time) and tell the book meister that I was taking my first class and needed practice needles and I didn't know what kind to get. He called my professor's office to get permission to sell them to me. My professor wasn't there.
I felt like a kid trying to buy cigarettes or something. I got all upset and teary-eyed. I mean, the teacher says "practice, practice, practice" and how can I unless I have the tools? All I have are three needles - one to use on an apple and two to use on me.
I left without the practice tools but with a theory tool - another book.
Came home to a slothful husband. S'okay coz that's how I was planning on spending the evening. We ordered in pizza - something we've rarely done since we've lived in Boston but did all the time in New York. He played and is still playing his new computer game and I watched "Hedwig and the Angry Inch." I really enjoyed the movie, enough to want to get the soundtrack. I don't usually like musicals but this is a very special kind of musical ;)
More notes to self:
Don't read the local paper in the subway on the way to work in the a.m. It will only put you in a bad mood. Read salon.com instead or that book you're reading.
Get a zen alarm clock soooooooon. Can't wake up to music, won't wake up to a buzzer and waking up to the news is way too depressing since 9/11. It requires an extra dose of happy pills.
