i was twenty minutes late for work this morning. it was a combination of a late night, a dream which half-convinced me it was three-thirty instead of six-thirty am, the need to put gas in the car, a long line-up at the gas station and transit strike bridge congestion. not that i really care, most mornings i’m early. i figure it all gets sussed out in the wash.
\ni did see a couple of interesting things on the way to work. first, a cute guy right in front of me in the gas station line-up made his tim hortons exactly the way i do: three-quarters french vanilla, one-quarter straight coffee. second, was the man in the bmw in front of me in traffic. he pulled out a banana, held it at shoulder height, peeled it and took one delicate bite of it before laying it down somewhere out of sight. i’ve seen people put make-up on, shave and even use drumsticks on their steering wheel while driving, but i’ve never seen anyone eat a banana so carefully.
\nas i’m getting settled in this morning and trying to eat my breakfast, anna comes over and stands beside me. ugh. i knew what this was going to be about. “i’d like to learn payroll,” she says. i told her sure, and explained to her that i had to time it properly and a bunch of other bullshit. she finally left and then, just as i’d taken a bite of my sandwich she asked me if i’d want to go to lunch some time. what do you say? “sorry, i can barely stand to be in the same room with you for eight hours when we don’t talk, i don’t think we should be alone in a restaurant with only each other as company.” i suppose i could handle it if i managed to drag marie or debbie along for backup… ugh. ugh. ugh!
\nand, i have a union meeting to go to tonight… SHIT. i forgot to program the vcr to tape survivor. i don’t know if i can go now. shut up. you have your priorities and i have mine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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