Then I dreamed I was working in the accounting department of my old company, where my SIL now works, when I got a call from the boss of the purchasing department, where I'd worked in the past and got "fired" from, more or less. The firing was in real life. God I hated that job, the people were awful, horrible. Then when I got my review my boss said that I had "poor people skills." That fuck, that cigar-smoking good ol' boy, he was just pissed off that he had to pause and pay attention to what was going on for a change. Not to say that I don't have "poor people skills," but those jokers were serious assholes. Anyway, back to the dream, I dreamed that I got a call from this good ol' boy and that he asked me to return to purchasing and take a position there, that he needed me. Then there was a fire drill and we had to get off the phone. Saved by the bell. I went around telling everyone about that phone call, boasting that he'd come back begging, realizing that I was of value after all, but that there was no way in hell I'd go back, but I wasn't boastful inside, maybe just bemused.
Then I dreamed that there was some kind of doll people were into, it had a jointed, plain wooden body, sorta like those artist dolls, but it had a big round head. The person painted it, wigged it, and costumed it, and all the components were sold separately for total customization. This is not unlike the Asian ball-joined-dolls that everyone's jonesing for. Well, anyway, it was weird.
I think some fuck-knuckle took a picture of me with his cell phone on campus yesterday. Why, I can't imagine.
I've been dressing a bit more femininely lately. Nothing drastic, just that the tops I bought are made for women and are a bit more fitted (but not skin-tight), without the excessive volumes of fabric like the men's t-shirts I usually wear. I've noticed a lot more guys checking me out. It's weird. I'm not altogether sure I like this attention, but I don't like being invisible either. Sometimes, if a guy is classless and blatant about it, I get a little derisive: "Aww, too bad you've never seen a woman before." I don't say this, of course. Funny, also, about wearing my sunglasses on campus. Naturally, you can't tell they're prescription, and I get more looks than if I were wearing my regular glasses. Society is weird. People are weird. Maybe I'll just say fuckitall and hit on my English teacher. She's cute. I'm sick of the whole "woman as object" thing. Is this from living in the south, where men are men and sheep are afraid?
Well, maybe not "hit on" my English teacher, but I would like to sit down with her over tea and converse, about topics such as this. I'd be interested in exploring her brilliance, and seeing how our brands of intelligence compare. She's got the education and I've got the age/experience.
I have got to mail out my eBay sales today, right now! I'm the worst at mailing out, the worst. It's the only part I really hate.
Peep's tearing up a promotional brochure I got in the mail. I loves my crazy kitties.
Oh, guess what. Remember what I said about not having fish? Never mind. I got two bettas last time I was at Wallyworld. Must be a "rescue" syndrome. They're both young, which is hard to find, and feisty, which is good. I'm tired of getting fish who are already sick before purchase. They seem pretty pleased with their new accommodations, in the divided ten-gallon tank. I mean, if I'm gonna have that stupid tank set up anyway, I may as well put a fish in it.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 9:16 AM
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