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that was a close one
Nov. 9th, 2012 11:30 pmI was trying to clean out a huge clog in my bathroom sink. I've mentioned this before. In the process I took off my necklace, the new amber and silver tree of life I got at the Renn fest for $$$. My numb hand dropped one end of the chain and that damn pendant slipped right off the chain and STRAIGHT into the opened drain, no bouncing off the sink or anything. Naturally the clog that stops everything is no barrier to an expensive pendant. I turn off the water at the source because i know I have to get the U-bend off. I take EVERYTHING out from under teh vanity (just how did I get that much under there?) but I just do not have the strength to open the U.
This is my fear of owning my own place. WHen I was practicing I could crack walnuts in my hand. No I can't do crap. There was no way for me to get it off. I got a hammer. Learned you can't fix everything with a hammer. Figuring i might break the PVC pipe if I keep it up, I got get the landlord who actually comes and helps. Luckily the pendant WAS in the U-bend and we rammed a rag down that pipe and knocked all the rest of the clog out while we were at it.
Today at work we had a wonderful ceremony for the Veterans. I was glad I went (there was only one other faculty member there but to be fair it was in prime class time). We were honoring the chief operating officer of the college and a man who was at Pearl Harbor when it was bombed. He was born in 1918 and he spoke very happily and proudly about the ships he served on. It was an honor to meet him.
There was, however, a downside for me at any rate. Because I had class until just ten minutes before it started, I was a little late. I had to slid in but then realized that the open row was the row for the dignitaries and now I was fucking stuck and right in front of the college president. I couldn't move as much as I wanted to because of the presenting of the colors. Once they did that and started talking, I slithered past the president into her row (apparently no one wanted to sit THERE) but the whole time I just felt embarrassed over that faux pas and still do. It felt clueless and disrespectful. I should have just stayed where I was at the door but they waved me in. Also I dislike getting emotional in public but when grown men start crying, I always follow suit. sigh. (ten hours later I'm still embarrassed about the seating thing)
I'm still not moving on nano. I feel just so blah. Not about the story, in life in general.I'm just unwell this week. I'm losing my lead.
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This is my fear of owning my own place. WHen I was practicing I could crack walnuts in my hand. No I can't do crap. There was no way for me to get it off. I got a hammer. Learned you can't fix everything with a hammer. Figuring i might break the PVC pipe if I keep it up, I got get the landlord who actually comes and helps. Luckily the pendant WAS in the U-bend and we rammed a rag down that pipe and knocked all the rest of the clog out while we were at it.
Today at work we had a wonderful ceremony for the Veterans. I was glad I went (there was only one other faculty member there but to be fair it was in prime class time). We were honoring the chief operating officer of the college and a man who was at Pearl Harbor when it was bombed. He was born in 1918 and he spoke very happily and proudly about the ships he served on. It was an honor to meet him.
There was, however, a downside for me at any rate. Because I had class until just ten minutes before it started, I was a little late. I had to slid in but then realized that the open row was the row for the dignitaries and now I was fucking stuck and right in front of the college president. I couldn't move as much as I wanted to because of the presenting of the colors. Once they did that and started talking, I slithered past the president into her row (apparently no one wanted to sit THERE) but the whole time I just felt embarrassed over that faux pas and still do. It felt clueless and disrespectful. I should have just stayed where I was at the door but they waved me in. Also I dislike getting emotional in public but when grown men start crying, I always follow suit. sigh. (ten hours later I'm still embarrassed about the seating thing)
I'm still not moving on nano. I feel just so blah. Not about the story, in life in general.I'm just unwell this week. I'm losing my lead.
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