Booking Through Thursday: R.I.P. 

No, not that kind of R.I.P.

Reading. In. Public.

I’m so dopey today. I’m not even sure if it’s the "cold" or the pills I’m taking for the cold (or the pills I’m taking partly for the "cold" and partly to reverse the drowsiness caused by the pills I’m taking for the "cold". Did you get all that? ).

Despite that, I had my nails re-done. They’re a very pretty, glittery shade of violet–a little on the dark side, of course. No design this time. This shade is hot enough on its own, anyway.

Finally got around to renewing my permit. The picture taking was so fast; I look absurdly goofy because I wasn’t ready (the guy says something funny, I smile, and he takes the picture–I barely had time to look at the camera!).

Then, we did some minor errands including the library. My Girls have currently have me hooked on the Obernewtyn Chronicles. The first book started a little slowly, but when I realized mind/psychic powers were involved, I couldn’t put it down. I love stuff like that.

Speaking of powers, I’m chomping at the bit to see Spiderman 3. Seriously, I can’t look at the theaters because when I see that movie up there, I flip. I want to see it so badly! Unfortunately, I’ve been spending too much lately–and so has my wubby with whom I intend on watching the movie.

I’m also looking forward to Pirates of the Caribbean 3, the Fantastic Four sequel, and Evan Almighty (that actor is hilarious in The Office!). I’m sure there are others I’m forgetting but Spidey and Pirates are my main focus right now…movie-wise, that is.

Tomorrow, I work a nice long shift and then go to Erev Shabbat service. Saturday, I’m staying home. I’ll need to actually rest that day because I’m working again on Sunday. *shrug* I’m ambivalent about working on Sunday. It can be the best or the worse day on which to work.

I fear I must go to bed soon–early shift in the morning. So, I leave you with my

Farewell! (Oh…and you hand over the tissue and cough drops, please?)

I’m taking opening at work a lot better. For one thing, I’m no longer uttering evil curses for the shift scheduler upon waking at 2:30am every morning. I’m also trying to get up at 3–I made it today, but my hair was wet, my shirt was untucked, and various other piddling details. I just wanted to watch the premier of Raines @10 last night–and figured since I was off work by 11am, sleep wasn’t very important. LOL! I actually did ok until my last hour. Ick. Not cool.

Anyway, opening–it’s ok. I sleep in shifts, and, hey, I’m usually off by 1pm at the latest. The rest of the day is mine. Mine. MINE!!

Oh yes, I got my first professional manicure about weeks ago, and, urged by Imah, got the acrylic nails (today!) because they’re supposed to last longer. I have my doubts. I’m pretty rough on my nails at work. It’s a little difficult typing now, though. The nails aren’t long…but apparently long enough. It feels very odd. And, of course, I’m afraid of mutilating them. I’m pretty good at ruining and destroying. My family didn’t call me The Destructo for nothing.

Tomorrow, I’m going to Puyallup with C4. I’m so excited. I’ve been in a dancing mood since Calev and Josi stopped by last Saturday to give me my new dance CD (and a morbid Valentine’s card–something about a bloody heart; the less you know about it the better, blah, blah–it was perfect!! And they knew it! Todah!) So..dance. I wanted to dance or something today. It was so stinkin’ nice out! What the heck is that? An idea popped in my head. If it’s like this tomorrow–rollerblades, baby. I called C4 up and told her if she doesn’t have her own rollerblades, she’d better borrow her brother’s. I plan on calling her in the morning to make sure she doesn’t forget.

I was hoping that Calev and Josi could meet up with us and (re)teach us some fun dances. Unfortunately, Her Majesty is sick. Get well soon! (I had nothing to do it–this time.)  

Oh, I have to tell this. So, I’m at work this Monday, and around lunch time, a coworker says to me over the headset, "There’s someone here to see you." Believing it to be Imah, I begin imagining all sorts of horrible scenarios. I walk up to the front of the store and this guy catches my eye. "Hey! Good to see you! How are you doing?"

Who in God’s creation are you? I recognized him, I did. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I came right out and told him so. It was crowded and I thought he said something about Calev. Oh! I must have met this guy at one of the dance parties Calev goes to. So, I nodded and smiled and pretended I now knew this guy. My headset then informed me I had a customer waiting, so I hurried away.

The girl with the other headset teased, "Who’s that? He has a nice smile." I gave a flustered laugh, trying to explain that I couldn’t remember who he was. It was a few minutes later, after another coworker (with more teasing) handed me a card on which the guy had written his name and number. I stared at the name, wracking my brain.

It dawned on me. He’d said "camp" not "Caleb." I knew who it was! It was the brother of one of my fellow camp counselors; he was one of the maintainance guys–and he loved what he’d read of my novel. I was so relieved to know who he was. I called him after work and found out he works not far from me; he found out I’m almost done with my novel. (Unfortunately, the computer troubles screwed up my document; I can’t open it right now. Grr. I’m working on fixing it, but it looks like it’s going to set me back.)

So, anyway, I got this crazy idea of inviting him to come with C4 and I. I’m weighing the pros and cons. Our schedule is pretty relaxed; we almost never know what we’re going to do for the day. I’m just afraid of him getting bored. Plus, this weekend, he probably has plans for St. Patty’s. 

We’ll see. Farewell and Shabbat Shalom!