Friday Confessions.
Wow. When you have two jobs, a week goes faster than just with one job. I am also happy to report that my looking-at-kittens-on-the-internet has also decreased. That and more money in my pocket make me feel like less of a waste of space. Oh, I still find time to hang out on Flickr looking at pictures of food, but not nearly as much as before.
One confession is that I keep finding things as I am out and about on my new job: Things nonreturnable to their owners. On Tuesday I found a beautiful green linen scarf with poppies on it, just on the ground. If there had been a fence or something nearby, I would have draped it over, but it was a busy area and all there was was a garbage can. So I took the scarf. On Wednesday I found twenty bucks that had fallen down the side of a car seat. I’m not sure if either of these is theft; I was happy enough to take advantage, but how could I have returned them to their owners? I am a thief. Or an opportunist.
Also, yesterday morning I scored not one but two Nora Roberts books at the library. Yes, the first and second in a series. I’m on page 218 of the first one. Apparently I am a pulp fic junkie.
Incidentally, I thought a lot of uncharitable things about the Transit System this week.
Anyone else got anything to get off their chest?
Some Stuff | Liz March 21, 2008
By Arwen, March 21, 2008 @ 12:06 pm
Confession: John says I should confess shooting a guy once, just to watch him almost die.
I confess I asked John to give me my confession.
By Beth, March 21, 2008 @ 2:27 pm
I confess that a lot of stuff that I kept because I thought it was important is no longer important and I am throwing it out. I am sorry that once I thought that stuff was important.
By erin, March 21, 2008 @ 4:13 pm
I confess that when a certain woman who works for me gave me her notice over the phone today, the first thing I thought was, “Thank f*cking god!” because she was a nightmare and I didn’t really want her working for me anymore but I couldn’t figure out a legit way to fire her.
By Liz, March 21, 2008 @ 4:37 pm
Wahaha, Arwen, did you modify it to ‘almost die’, or did John?
Beth, Oh, God, do I know the pain of stuff. I hate stuff.
Erin, that’s fantastic news! I love it when things work out like that.
By cheesefairy, March 21, 2008 @ 7:24 pm
I say feel no guilt about the found stuff. Surely you’ve lost stuff in the past? So this is your found stuff.
I thought uncharitable thoughts about the people who take public transit this week. So much so that I am considering driving for my last 4 days of work. Which amount of driving is so bad, plus expensive parking downtown. I may have to confess that next week.
I bought an easter chocolate princess barbie for my daycare provider’s daughter, just in case they gave us something, but they didn’t and she is such a horribly behaved little girl that I kept it instead of giving it to her. I will probably crack it open to eat the candy necklace inside.
I also confess that I verbally disciplined said little girl because she was up in my kid’s business, making him cry and her mother wasn’t doing a damn thing. Not my usual style but whatever.
By stephanie, March 21, 2008 @ 8:04 pm
I don’t think I have anything to confess this week. I’ve felt rather free lately. It’s quite lovely.
I have slacked off at work, though. I’ve also talked a lot of crap about this one girl I work with. I really can’t stand her. That’s probably bad karma.
By gen, March 21, 2008 @ 8:40 pm
I sprayed water at my daughter and my cat who were both doing things that they were not supposed to be while in the kitchen as I was preparing dinner. I also confess to run on sentences. Also, I confess to being in a pissy mood.
By Liz, March 21, 2008 @ 11:27 pm
Cheesefairy, public transit is a whole lot of not fun sometimes. And the childcare provider’s daughter? Awful. Is this the plight of women who work? That there’s so little choice in childcare provision that you are forced to take your children to co-exist with little monsters?
Stephanie, you’re entitled to slack. You’re moving on. And while it’s not good karma to dislike someone, I’m pretty sure it’s worse to be the kind of person who generates dislike.
Gen, you rule. I bet they both got the message, loud and clear.
By sarah, March 22, 2008 @ 5:46 am
I confess to being glad of a sore throat because it got me out of a singing rehearsal and let me stay home, put my kids to bed and drink beer.
I also confess to not having cleaned my house all week. That’s what this morning is going to be for.
By elswhere, March 22, 2008 @ 1:31 pm
I confess that today I went and bought a brown zip-up hoodie with “Victoria” embroidered on it, even though the Renaissance Woman had just informed me, sotto voce, that there is already a hoodie in my future, thanks to the institution of Mother’s Day.
I thought about not buying it, lest I hurt my daughter’s feelings. But then I bought it anyway. Because I wanted it, and Mother’s Day is two months away, and it was on excellent sale, and it is BROWN, and suddenly I had to have an item of brown clothing because I am a fashion sheep.
Anyway, a person could always use two hoodies.
By Liz, March 22, 2008 @ 5:24 pm
Sometimes you just have to stay home and drink beer, Sarah.
Els, I have two hoodies, but neither is brown. Am I a fashion outcast?
By rachel, March 24, 2008 @ 2:44 pm
I confess to being really pissed when my sister Laura, the day after receiving her shiny new PhD, kept introducing her sisters as, “Rebecca, who has a PhD in computer science, and Rachel.”
Her advisor at least had the decency to ask, “What do YOU do, Rachel?” and I had the self control not to say, “I’ve been in prison for ten years, otherwise I’d probably have six Phds by now!”
By Liz, March 25, 2008 @ 10:30 am
Rachel, you should have. I would have.