2003-06-26 - 10:28 a.m.
Oh.My.God. You must see the Octodog. (Thanks, mimi smartypants). Have you ever seen anything funnier or more bizarre?
---I’ve been really effing grumpy this week. Here’s why:
We’ve had Africa-hot* weather, with temps still in the high 90s at 9:00 p.m. Nobody’s sleeping. Protesters and rent-a-cops have campus cordoned off with orange and yellow tape. I’ve spent twice as much time frogging as knitting, including ripping out an entire cuff 4x yesterday. Mom is having fits about my behavior last weekend. I’ve been hovering at the same weight for 3 weeks. More bizarrely, people keep touching me today. What is it about a strappy dress that encourages co-worker contact?
But lately I can always shake off my funks, no matter how stinky. While running a work errand this morning, I happened to turn on the radio. What filtered through the speakers? Cake. Have I mentioned how much I love Cake? I first saw them in a tiny hole called the Blackwater in Stockton back in 1992, before Capricorn picked them up to record Motorcade of Generosity. They make me happy.
So I stopped at my car and picked up all four Cake albums out of the overstocked CD case. Right this second the belligerant and funny John McCrea is screaming “Get up! Get down! Get down! Please, get down!” (from “Jolene”, off Motorcade…).
I LOVE THIS.
And as if by magic, the rest of the day has fallen into place. Boss #1 of 5 (the one I was actually hired to help) is taking every Thursday and Friday off for the rest of the summer to write her book. There were no blocked transactions in my payroll accounts (if this is gibberish to you, ignore it). It occurred to me that the co-workers are yanking up my straps, which fall down because said dress is too big. (Hee hee.) I figured out a way to change the cuff buttonholes. Cec wants to take me out for sushi and sake later.
Oh yeah, baby. Bring it on.
*kudos to Neil Simon; this phrase from Biloxi Blues has stuck with me for 15 years.
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