Couple of quick quick quickies . . . that are coming in at the end of the day . . . and that are both center around the loo.
Thing (of the first):
I walked into a bathroom the other day – at a place – and there was a guy standing there. As soon as I walked in – he yelled “Yo! Come on chicken. We got(s) to go . . .” at one of the stalls.I froze in my tracks – obviously not prepared for the situation that I had stumbled into.
Then a squeaky/crackled voice (that of “chicken” I am to presume) came from the stall . . . “Yo . . . man . . . I’ll be there in a minute.”
I pulled an abrupt about face and scampered into the hall – with all my unfinished business.
Thing (of the second):
I had never had this happen to me . . . but there I was in the restroom – in another place – at the urinal that is usually considered the one for the younger gentlemen of the world. For a bit of clarification – this story is in no way creepy – at all – in the men’s lavoratory – there tends to be one urinal that is lower to the ground . . . it is usually the first one in . . . and in this case it was the only one open – and I was there. Anyway – what ended up happening – was that this kid had to wait to get to that urinal – and I thought it was hilarious that there were all of these open urinals that he just had to stare at – because he was too short – or something . . . Okay – evidently – not
hilarious“ha-ha” in any sense of the meaning of either word – but most definitely a situation that leans more towards the wholehilarious“weird” end of the spectrum.On another look – I have decided to omit “hilarious” from the above sentence – and just leave the whole thing as a bit of nothing . . . until you read a tad further . . .To dissect why I thought that hilarious could be there at all . . . goes like this – the kid had a look of pure frustration on his face when I walked by that clearly said “Seriously . . . You had to use that one?! Which was clearly designed for me . . . couldn’t wait for one of the others?? You old and tall people are the total lamertons . . . and I’m sick of this whole too tall world that I live in . . . next time – I bring the moon shoes – chicken.”
Kids (the look on their faces – at least) say the darnedest of things – they are crazy – and and and – so are chickens.
I’ve said too much.
Here is a “quick” what-for for the the last few forays . . .
- I think that I may be a tad bit nervous about the new building where the job has been stashed recently . . . it is the only way that I can explain actually having a “bad” dream about it. You see – in the dream – it was “Take Your Kitten to Work Day” – which sounds like – potentially – it could have been among the toppers of best dreams of all times . . . especially if you count the fact that I was getting to take my all new (nameless) little black and grey kitten (with little blue kitten eyes) to the office. But then we got to the new building (which at that point – I hadn’t even seen yet) and it was bedlam. There was no way to get all of my work done – and keep up with the kitten. He just kept on getting into hoodwinks and hijinks – getting where he shouldn’t be getting – tearing up paper – running under things – just doing very very kittenish stuff . . . and there was work to be done!!!
- Last night – when I got into bed – there was absolutely no getting to sleep for me . . . and I know that I sometimes I talk about not getting enough sleep (okay – I always talk about not getting enough sleep – even yesterday – I was all like “I’m so tired” blah blah blah) – but this time it was so super seriously stupefying how my tiny little brain wouldn’t stop zipping around. I even tried to think of the whole “little black and grey kitten” from everyone’s favorite “Take Your Kitten to Work” dream from the night before . . . but to no avail. Eventually Little Bear (2) and I headed to (what is known as) the “pink room” to numb our minds with super late night tv.
- I can’t tell (much of a) lie – but I have decided that I may be partially responsible for the whole not sleeping last night. For dinner we went to a bar-b-q establishment (which was tasty) where they advertised my drug of choice (sweet tea) as being in the house. I drank 3 (three) glasses while at the restaurant – and then asked for 1 (one) to-go. The waitress got kind of confused about the “to-go” part . . . but (like a real trooper) came back a few minutes later with a brown paper bag – that had been stapled. I was then the one that looked confused . . . but I took the bag (and thanked her) out to the car to get my glass of tea . . . only to find a plastic container. You know the ones from chinese restaurants that egg drop soup come in?! Well this one had sweet tea in it . . . So I did have 4 (four) glasses of sweet tea last night . . . so perhaps the mystery is one step closer to being solved. Oh – and before I forget – at the lab (current temporary command center) there was a new mystery sparked when there was a spark of confusion as to what I even meant by a “to-go glass” – it is a strange and slippery word that we live in.
THEN I GOT LAZY . . .
I wish that I wouldn’t get so tired – or better yet . . . I wish that I wasn’t so lazy. And believe me – in no way do I subscribe to myself being your typical kind of laziness “lazy.†No – no – no . . . it is probably more closely tied to being really bad at time/energy management . . . which could be an internal thing – or maybe an environmental one.
I always seem kind of busy – it isn’t like I am that dumb grasshopper that chose to dance and sing while the ants were running around storing food and stuff . . . I am constantly storing food – in my socks – in my pillow – in my cheeks – everywhere! But I think that I seem to have a pretty good idea of the limits of how much I can do – before I drop – at this point in my life (which – depressingly – seems to be a constantly decreasing amount – by the way) – and so what I have tried to do is get better at organizing things into digestible chunks. The key there is to not spend all of my time organizing (even though my brain – contrary to generally accepted thinking – craves it’s own style/brand/what not of ducks in a row) . . . another quick key is making sure to sleep sometimes too . . . I require enough sleep – the amount of which can vary considerably.
It would be fun to be a bit more sloth like – like where I was going super slow and steady towards whatever goal sloths are going for – but I tend to jitter around way way too much (not always always outwardly) to be sloth like. So I think that I need another animal goal to live up to . . .
It is a quandary and a conundrum and a mystery and a riddle and a pea in a pod that won’t get shucked today (shucks!) – but at least it is out there in the ether . . . so there is that . . .
Yawn (dles)