I got through my reader and now all I want to do is crawl into bed. But I have suffered the fool and not done the work that I really need to do tonite, which is prep up a little mini training manual for the new person taking over the job that I have been helping to fill for the last two months. I wanted to work solely on that tonite, but got sidetracked hard with my reader, bravo tv (oh I watched what happens), playing with Herschel and finishing up making envelopes (its like crack... I can't help myself... I put it aside and now I have like a million A6size envelopes... but I saved two issues of Food and Wine, one issue of InStyle and like 10 People's from the trash bin...seriously if the paper is shiny it doesn't recycle...). I should have watched HBO but my dvr'd deliciousness won out. I will never catch up on my Steevoh. And come Fall, I might have to order the second one, just for the two tuners. My gawd. If it comes to that I am in BIG trouble.
I have three days "off" from training the new gal, which is fine, make up time on the training manual dealio I suppose... whatever. She is very sweet and I am more thankfull for her wanting the job for all the right reasons and not just because she doesn't like her team and wants out. I am glad she got the job. I know I am not supposed to say that but I am really glad. She will be a complete ROCK STAR and I think knowing that someone is going to take the burden off of us, even my other coworker was a pleasure to interact with today. Normally she just scares the crap out of me, but today... kinda a joy. Go fig!
If you want links, you will have to go to the side bar and my shared reader links because really I am not partial to building them tonite. I had a crying jag at the end of My Life on the D List, the rerun of Grey's Anatomy from Season One where Mer had to un-intubate a patient and honestly, I am just spent.
I am though really excited that my Dad finally dubbed the record I begged him to a couple of weeks ago. Its a Broadway show called "The Roar of the Greaspaint and the Smell of the Crowd". It has Anthony Newley in it. I LOVED that record when I was a girl. I don't remember it at all. Hopefully he will burn the cd tommorrow and get it to me. I am so excited. He was impressed that the record was in such good shape. Like no scratches, the inner sleeve was intact. Hey ... they taught me to respect their stuff. That is why all their Elvis records, Andy Williams records and all the other great stuff are mint. Because I valued their stuff. Still do. I think I hugged the record when we were going through them. I was so excited. I am also really excited he is going to burn me the Preludes and Fugues Volume One record I bought Mom back when I was working at the record store. He said it wasn't very good but I think he was thinking it was going to be Modern Jazz Quartet, but it is hardcore Bach and delicious and not available anywhere anymore that I could find or I would have bought it. I gave my cd version I found a while back to F which he got in the breakup along with my CBGB tshirt, I wouldn't mind getting those back, but they are long gone. He did send me my Delicious Vinyl tshirt back I think, someone sent me one. Maybe if he read this he could be so kind, he hasn't read this in over a year.
OH! And speaking of CBGB... I was at the grocery store today and there was this guy walking the aisles in a crisp bright black CBGB tshirt. Why you frontin' buddy... fade that sucker before you try and look hip. Sha. He was lookin' the foo. Ok he was looking the aging hipster that he was, but seriously the shirt probably came in the mail yesterday and wasn't even washed. At least the one I had was authentic from someone that said they walked in, bought the shirt, didn't like the band that was playing (this was in the Alice in Chains era when everything sounded the same) and left. It reeked when I opened the package, I had to wash it like four times, just to get the smoke smell out (just like the one from the Double Down in Vegas). Whatever.
I wanted to go and ask him if he even knows what CBGB even stands for. But then I would have just been that girl, being the bitch trying to relive my punk rock-ness. Somewhere I have matches from Max's Kansas City. I should find those. And just use them to light my shabbat candles. That is serious punk rock there baby.
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