Frog and Goat

I just talked with a former co-worker who told me some information about a woman who runs the division we both used to work in and now both work with in a different capacity. The woman has been demoted and moved out of a position of power. The former co-worker and I both said, “ding, dong the witch is dead” at about the same time. There’s nothing quite like actually getting to see the whole karma thing in action.

Today I put on a shirt and left it un-tucked which is not something I do often but the shirt is one of those that can go either way. I really didn’t feel like wearing a belt today so I just went with the shirt un-tucked. My fashion sense just boggles the mind doesn’t it?

At some point I was fiddling with the end of my shirt and realized that my last name was written on the inside of the button placket. Darn those dry cleaners. I sort of felt like that kid at camp who had to wear clothes with her name written on them. Heck, maybe I was that kid. I flipped the end of my shirt back over as quickly as I could so as not to get beat up in the lunch room.

I walked over to campus today to work at my other computer (the one with Flash on it) and realized that there were hardly any students around. What? If it rains people don’t go to class? I can hardly blame anyone, really, since the sidewalks were loaded with water and the storm drains weren’t really draining. Any wonder that Richmond has a history of flooding?

When I got to the other building, I paused to push my rain jacket hood back (to minimize the water I’d track in) and just as I put my hand on the door knob a co-worker put the lock on. Fortunately for me, but unfortunately for him, the blinds on the door were slightly open so I could see him playing his joke. He let me in and then we laughed about how he needs to be quicker and stealthier. I’m still mulling over an appropriate response to the intended prank–pouring rain, co-worker trying to get in the door, locking door, mayhem ensues.

This morning I woke up before 7am because the damn crows were cawing, cawing, cawing. I shut the window closest to the bed but the damage had been done. I thought with the window shut I could wash the truck and the better-half won’t know. Then I reminded myself it wasn’t even 7 yet. Now that it is fast approaching 7:30, I think it is time to get the truck washed. I promised to do it last weekend but then we got home from vacation and had no power, a dying cat and then torrential rain. A triumvirate of bad doo-dad.

I figure the foggy conditions outside will be perfect for washing. The truck is already damp and the fog will give me some protection from all those people who walk down the road in the morning. Who am I kidding, I’m going to be that weirdo who washes cars at 7:30 in the morning.

So, I was admitted to graduate school. I technically have five years to finish. I’m going to talk to my advisor tonight and we’ll see how quickly he thinks I can get done.

My professor announced to everyone in my Tuesday night class that I was the newest admittee. Some folks clapped and welcomed me to the group. They, of course, had no idea that I started thinking half-way through the class that I was nuts. Then again, I’ve done plenty of nutty things in my life so this should be no different.