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amazon_syren) wrote2007-04-23 05:10 pm
amazon_syren) wrote2007-04-23 05:10 pm
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"I Am Not For Sale", And Other Tidbits of My Day...
Well, what an eventful day this has been.
I'm currently watching the wind play merry hell with the giant spruce tree across the street. I'm surprised the thing isn't dropping cones like small, paper bombs, given how the wind's tearing at it.
I wonder if there is something wrong with my roof. Again. Because it sounds like the wind is getting inside of it. Hm. :-\
Anyway...
Today I got sexually harrassed at work.
Loser. :-P
This jerk decided that (I can only assume) he thought I'd be flattered if he asked me how much I cost, and suggested that I should take my clothes off.
Where he got that idea, I have no clue what so ever.
Anyway.
I told that I most certainly would not, and that (upon being asked why... ???) it was my perogative not to do so.
Anyway.
Eventually he left.
The bosses are letting Rob-the-Security-Guard know what he looks like, etc. etc.
What I find interesting about this is my own reaction.
I didn't panic or freeze or anything.
He didn't scare me.
Now, granted, he was old and leaning heavily on a cane, which might have something to do with it.
None the less, I never felt like the situation was out of my control. I told him off (if rather politely, and it probably went right over his idiot head), and he never got inside my space (which I think is about a meter in all dirrections).
I am, in point of fact, surprised that I'm not angrier than I am about this complete denial of my humanity.
Huh.
I wonder why that is.
Anyway. That was my 'adventure' this afternoon.
I think I may be coming down with something. I've got a tickle (or whatever) in my throat that's been getting steadily worse all day.
There will be turkey for dinner. And then tea and ban lan gen tablets, and possibly some Eucalyptus oil to breath heavily into my lungs.
In other news: I am now considering moving the furniture around in the bedroom.
Hm.
See, I figure if the low chest of drawers in where the high-boy and the tall chest of drawers are now, then I can move my stuff into the low drawers, and use the chest/counter top to house bouth of our electric fans and (maybe) the waste-baskets and such-like.
My Fella, in turn, can use the high-boy (which has cupboards) as his 'open-shelving' for his clean clothes (which currently never see the inside of a drawer). (The clothes he wears less often can live in the three drawers, and the dirty clothes can - I can hope - end up in the hamper).
His CD rack can go next to the high-boy (and will still have some space for another CD-tree, or something, too -- which he could definintely use).
Doing all of this will, I *hope*, give me the chance to get rid of (A) the doorless 'cupboard' that used to house my parents' stereo system but now houses the garbage cans + a small heap of clothes that need repairing, as well as (B) the tall chest of drawers.
Which, in turn, will mean I have a lot more space -- e.g.: I will be able to get *into* the other half of my closet (and, possibly, eventually install some bifold doors - oh rapturous dream - on said closet, thus making its interior even more accessable to me).
I think this is a really good (although somewhat time-consuming and inconvenient) thing to do. :-)
In further other news: I just planted my daffodils. :-) By golly, it's windy out there. I think there will be a thunderstorm tonight, but I could be wrong. :-)
And, lastly: Because it is Shakespeare's birthday (and because I finally found out what the whole "Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Wretch" thing is about), I give you a vignet:
Goats and Grain at Sunset.
- Cheerio,
- Amazon. :-)
I'm currently watching the wind play merry hell with the giant spruce tree across the street. I'm surprised the thing isn't dropping cones like small, paper bombs, given how the wind's tearing at it.
I wonder if there is something wrong with my roof. Again. Because it sounds like the wind is getting inside of it. Hm. :-\
Anyway...
Today I got sexually harrassed at work.
Loser. :-P
This jerk decided that (I can only assume) he thought I'd be flattered if he asked me how much I cost, and suggested that I should take my clothes off.
Where he got that idea, I have no clue what so ever.
Anyway.
I told that I most certainly would not, and that (upon being asked why... ???) it was my perogative not to do so.
Anyway.
Eventually he left.
The bosses are letting Rob-the-Security-Guard know what he looks like, etc. etc.
What I find interesting about this is my own reaction.
I didn't panic or freeze or anything.
He didn't scare me.
Now, granted, he was old and leaning heavily on a cane, which might have something to do with it.
None the less, I never felt like the situation was out of my control. I told him off (if rather politely, and it probably went right over his idiot head), and he never got inside my space (which I think is about a meter in all dirrections).
I am, in point of fact, surprised that I'm not angrier than I am about this complete denial of my humanity.
Huh.
I wonder why that is.
Anyway. That was my 'adventure' this afternoon.
I think I may be coming down with something. I've got a tickle (or whatever) in my throat that's been getting steadily worse all day.
There will be turkey for dinner. And then tea and ban lan gen tablets, and possibly some Eucalyptus oil to breath heavily into my lungs.
In other news: I am now considering moving the furniture around in the bedroom.
Hm.
See, I figure if the low chest of drawers in where the high-boy and the tall chest of drawers are now, then I can move my stuff into the low drawers, and use the chest/counter top to house bouth of our electric fans and (maybe) the waste-baskets and such-like.
My Fella, in turn, can use the high-boy (which has cupboards) as his 'open-shelving' for his clean clothes (which currently never see the inside of a drawer). (The clothes he wears less often can live in the three drawers, and the dirty clothes can - I can hope - end up in the hamper).
His CD rack can go next to the high-boy (and will still have some space for another CD-tree, or something, too -- which he could definintely use).
Doing all of this will, I *hope*, give me the chance to get rid of (A) the doorless 'cupboard' that used to house my parents' stereo system but now houses the garbage cans + a small heap of clothes that need repairing, as well as (B) the tall chest of drawers.
Which, in turn, will mean I have a lot more space -- e.g.: I will be able to get *into* the other half of my closet (and, possibly, eventually install some bifold doors - oh rapturous dream - on said closet, thus making its interior even more accessable to me).
I think this is a really good (although somewhat time-consuming and inconvenient) thing to do. :-)
In further other news: I just planted my daffodils. :-) By golly, it's windy out there. I think there will be a thunderstorm tonight, but I could be wrong. :-)
And, lastly: Because it is Shakespeare's birthday (and because I finally found out what the whole "Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Wretch" thing is about), I give you a vignet:
Goats and Grain at Sunset.
- Cheerio,
- Amazon. :-)