Blast. I spent the last hour and a half procrastinating, wandering to other folks' blogs, all to avoid saying anything today. Then I realized that everyone I visited will probably click back to me, and then be righteously pissed when they found I have added nothing, done nothing, moved nowhere. This blog stuff is hard work, enit?
Fun news from work; we got scooters! I've been zipping around in the Florida sunshine, with the excuse of testing them out, or moving them up front, or doesn't this one look a little bored? It needs a run around the block. Today I just started to realize how silly I must look, all dressed up in my receptionist black skirt and sweater top, grinning like a madman as the wind whips through my hair. Yes, I said whips. This things are only supposed to go 30 mph, but I can personally attest to the fact that they go just a wee bit faster. Too much fun.
I am now having nightmares of letting a newby go out with a scooter and picking up bits and pieces of shrapnel afterwards. My first lesson didn't go too well. The woman (fairly short) didn't understand when I asked her if her feet touched the ground, and said yes (when the answer was no). Upon trying to stop 3 feet from the spot she started, she couldn't get her footing and tipped over, in slow motion.
She's fine, but from now on I am making people go through multiple hoops, literally, before they even get the key. You have to walk before you can zoom. Or zip. Or even fucking saunter.
Work sucked last night. Don't even want to talk about it. All I will say is that my dreams last night were frightening nightmares with big snakes and the elephant man chasing me and slaughtering everyone around me. And I blame those entirely on work.
Did I have a life before work? What did I talk about then? Will I have a life after work? Will those I work with have a life after I work? Tune in to find out.
hang in, Beth, yes, you WILL have a life after work. No, it doesn't define who and what you are and has NOTHING to do with your worth as a human being.. but you know this... enjoy the scooters, that may be as good as it gets and we take our jollies where we can!!
The Senai tribe of Indonesia are one of the best groups of lucid dreamers in the world. they teach their children when chased in their dreams to stop (in the dream), turn around and ask the boogie man/monster/elephant man/etc. to give them a gift... it's quite transformative and amazing what happens next... i've tried this and it really does work...
Posted by: caroline | March 13, 2004 at 08:56 PM
...well I don't *ever* visit your site anypoo :^)...
Posted by: billy | March 14, 2004 at 05:37 AM
The scooters sound like lots of fun. And I wouldn't sweat about not commenting.
...mutters to self "witch"
Just kidding!
Posted by: Kathleen | March 14, 2004 at 07:04 PM
Go Bethany! Limerick-writer-supreme-o! Hee! Excellent limerick!
(Motherly note: Be careful on those scooters, Missy!!!)
Posted by: Lisa, Mike, Jack, and Della | March 15, 2004 at 04:14 AM