Last night, Kyle and I put together our IKEA bed. It's amazing. I'm actually on my way home to hug it and kiss it right now. I have the next two days off. Thank god for that; I had a TERRIBLE day today. It was so unneccessarily, ridiculously difficult to get anything done, thanks to the relative stupidity of my coworkers. Any instance where I had to explain something to an underling that required them to infer anything, even the simplest of skipped steps, would cause them to stop the presses and either ask me to start from the beginning or fuck up the task so thoroughly I wanted to break their necks over my knee. Multiply this experience by eight hours, the entirety of my workday, and you will catch a glimpse of the bloodcurdling scream I have building up in the back of my throat. This misery did, however, give me justification to buy myself sushi for dinner again. To cheer myself up, you know. Regain some perspective on the purpose of humanity's continuing.
For some reason, I just kept walking to the back of the bus just now till I got to the homeless people section, and then there was nothing to do but sit down among them. Now I'm awash in the smell of human exhalations and ammonia. Unfortunately, I so frequently spend my days surrounded by the evidence of bad manners that I'm hypersensitive to displaying any myself. So I would rather smell homeless than look rude. Oh well, who do I have to impress anyway? I'm going straight home, and if anything persists I'll take my coat to the dry cleaners tomorrow. And if anyone tries any funny business I'll kick them in the groin, but if I know homeless people, they won't. They're too terrified that my phone is a manifestation of alien technology, or that my purse is looking at them.
Aaaand there goes my bus stop. I was distracted by a black man barking at me as the doors were open at his stop to get my attention and then waving his phone at me in a "Call Me!" kind of way. I yelled "EW!" to try and make him rethink his approach to life a little, and the look on his face as the bus shut its doors and pulled away kept me so entertained that I missed my stop. Serves me right for being smug.
Good thing I'm so self aware. If I weren't, I would be getting more and more bitter, instead of gaining this current amused detachment from my personal improvement. Amused detachment. Yes.
In any case, I made it home finally. I have to go wash the homeless smell off myself now. It would be kind of a sexy image on which to end this post if it wasn't so... utterly disgusting, no?
2 comments:
I must tell you that over the weekend Robert, Jordan, Marion, Luke, and I all met up (and missed you very much). We were eating dinner and talking about how none of us know what the fuck we will do when we graduate and I chuckled and smiled and said "man, Priya is so ahead of all of us! You know, she's got a job, a paycheck..." and I think I remember Luke adding "yeah, she knows where she's living!" or something similar to that. I actually said this because I found it amusing and I felt proud and happy for you at the same time, but I think I accidentally made everyone else feel like their college education was a waste. Oops.
Love ya!
ps - i require a photo of this amazing bed.
This anecdote made me miss you guys so much. Wah.
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