line in the sand
it didn't seem like this day was shitty when it started, but i'm almost on the verge of tears now, after just being more pissed off than i've been in weeks mere seconds ago.
i had to do some hand-holding of the undergrad i'm advising. which was fine, even if it took up time and interfered with my rigid observance of lunch at noon. so i was especially looking forward to going home for lunch and spending some alone time there. perhaps finishing the "europe" section of the newest edition of the economist (i'm actually being completely serious here. i don't find the economist particularly compelling reading or anything, but i have a compulsive urge to read while i eat, i was in the middle of the "europe" section and i like to finish what i start--in fact, i'm fighting the urge to go back home and read it right now). i knew things were going to be less than perfect when ken, who lives in the basement, passed me on the way to my house on his recumbent bike. i wasn't too worried, though. afterall, he does live in the basement and i probably wouldn't be forced to share the living room with him. the shit really hit the fan when i walked in the door and saw meredith sitting on the couch. i've come to dislike meredith a great deal and she was one of the last people i wanted to see.
so of course she comes over and chats up a fucking storm. and what does she want to talk about? if i'm still tired and why i'm still tired and if i eat enough fucking leafy green vegetables. in reality, meredith is not much older than my boyfriend, but i got the distinct feeling that she should be friends with my mom. then she has the nerve to compare herself to me.
i wanted to kick her in the shins.
then she brought out this hideous faux-leather looking large bag and tells me she got it for "only $25." fuck. you would have had to pay me $25 to take that thing. but i realized that this is why a woman in her 40s with a ph.d. who runs a research lab lives with other people. we're her outlet for fucking show and tell.
i also dealt with some magazine people who annoyed the hell out of me, but i don't even want to get into it now.
when you walk from my house to campus, you have to cross a small bridge that gets a shitton of traffic. myriad cyclists and pedestrians share the narrow sidewalk. to simplify things, i generally just stick right next to the railing and force anyone else to veer around me. today, this woman was walking right towards me on the rail. i knew she wasn't going to move over, but that didn't deter me. i was going to stick next to that rail if i had to walk right through that chubby little woman. at the last possible second, she got over just far enough to not hit me full-on, but our shoulders bumped. i berated myself for not yelling at her for hitting me.
but i still won.
i had to do some hand-holding of the undergrad i'm advising. which was fine, even if it took up time and interfered with my rigid observance of lunch at noon. so i was especially looking forward to going home for lunch and spending some alone time there. perhaps finishing the "europe" section of the newest edition of the economist (i'm actually being completely serious here. i don't find the economist particularly compelling reading or anything, but i have a compulsive urge to read while i eat, i was in the middle of the "europe" section and i like to finish what i start--in fact, i'm fighting the urge to go back home and read it right now). i knew things were going to be less than perfect when ken, who lives in the basement, passed me on the way to my house on his recumbent bike. i wasn't too worried, though. afterall, he does live in the basement and i probably wouldn't be forced to share the living room with him. the shit really hit the fan when i walked in the door and saw meredith sitting on the couch. i've come to dislike meredith a great deal and she was one of the last people i wanted to see.
so of course she comes over and chats up a fucking storm. and what does she want to talk about? if i'm still tired and why i'm still tired and if i eat enough fucking leafy green vegetables. in reality, meredith is not much older than my boyfriend, but i got the distinct feeling that she should be friends with my mom. then she has the nerve to compare herself to me.
i wanted to kick her in the shins.
then she brought out this hideous faux-leather looking large bag and tells me she got it for "only $25." fuck. you would have had to pay me $25 to take that thing. but i realized that this is why a woman in her 40s with a ph.d. who runs a research lab lives with other people. we're her outlet for fucking show and tell.
i also dealt with some magazine people who annoyed the hell out of me, but i don't even want to get into it now.
when you walk from my house to campus, you have to cross a small bridge that gets a shitton of traffic. myriad cyclists and pedestrians share the narrow sidewalk. to simplify things, i generally just stick right next to the railing and force anyone else to veer around me. today, this woman was walking right towards me on the rail. i knew she wasn't going to move over, but that didn't deter me. i was going to stick next to that rail if i had to walk right through that chubby little woman. at the last possible second, she got over just far enough to not hit me full-on, but our shoulders bumped. i berated myself for not yelling at her for hitting me.
but i still won.
posted by l at 2:17 PM
5 Comments:
I don't know why you feel like crying, sounds like you should feel like cheering. Haha, ya know, for, um, being better than everyone. But, er, um, keep up the good fight Liz.
Also, noodles are tasty as fuck.
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1. fuck everyone - you did win.
2. fuck everyone - the economist kicks ass.
3. fuck everyone - comment deleted pieceashits.
4. (pieceashits=me)
yeah and the furnace ain't working but it's sunny, so it must REALLY suck to be people who ain't us. how do they manage? we stand up straight and yell when we have to, no such thing as BORING.
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