I've been semi-chastised for not posting since January 7th. You didn't miss a whole lot - just CA training, a general lightening of mood and organization of self, and a bag of Lay's Sour Cream and Onion chips. Everyone has their thing, that's mine.
Never shop when hungry! That's how I ended up with the chips, easy mac, and Kool Aid bursts (THEY STILL EXIST!!) - enough salt content to fulfil the daily sodium requirement of the state of Connecticut's population for a few years. You need a teaspoon a day, by the way. Sodium deficiency is very, very rare in the United States, or the western world in general.
I locked myself INTO my car the other day. That one I patted myself on the back for, because it's gotta be some kind of accomplishment. We had an ice storm the night before, and there was a layer of ice sealing my doors closed. I was able to yank open the hatchback no problem, and put in my laundry (I had been at Ryan's, land of free laundry and loving boyfriend). Then I tried to open the front door, but that was not gonna happen without some serious ice scraper persuasion. So I went in through the trunk to grab the ice scraper, and...closed the trunk door behind me. I started the car, cranked the heat, then tried to open one of the doors.....stuck. I tried another one - stuck. I threw all 120 pounds against the door - nothing. I braced myself and pushed with my legs - nothing. In disgust with my weakness I decided to climb back out through the trunk, and scrape from the outside. Turns out, and you'd think I'd have known this having been closely acquainted with the car for around 4 years, but there's no inside release for the trunk. So, let's think about this....I have the keys, I'm inside, but I can't get out. I'm effectively iced in. And way too embarrassed to try signaling a random stranger to open the trunk. I had my phone, but calling the fire department? Iced over in your own car? In the middle of the day? With renewed determination I pushed, and pushed, all in vain. I began to grow sad. Finally, I decided that I WOULD NOT be the girl the fire department had to come free, so I braced, and pushed harder than I hope I ever have to again, and the driver's side door swung open with force! And hit the car next to me.
It also crossed my mind to just drive to where I needed to go , and see if the heat had kicked in enough by then to get out, but one side of the car was covered in snow. Not an option. Today, after some thawing, each door was still partially open.
Tomorrow morning = first day of classes. My hall director thinks this whole coffee-free thing won't last, and I don't want to give him the satisfaction of being right, but tomorrow may weaken my resolve. You just watch though, I'll eventually get him to leave a comment here.
Never shop when hungry! That's how I ended up with the chips, easy mac, and Kool Aid bursts (THEY STILL EXIST!!) - enough salt content to fulfil the daily sodium requirement of the state of Connecticut's population for a few years. You need a teaspoon a day, by the way. Sodium deficiency is very, very rare in the United States, or the western world in general.
I locked myself INTO my car the other day. That one I patted myself on the back for, because it's gotta be some kind of accomplishment. We had an ice storm the night before, and there was a layer of ice sealing my doors closed. I was able to yank open the hatchback no problem, and put in my laundry (I had been at Ryan's, land of free laundry and loving boyfriend). Then I tried to open the front door, but that was not gonna happen without some serious ice scraper persuasion. So I went in through the trunk to grab the ice scraper, and...closed the trunk door behind me. I started the car, cranked the heat, then tried to open one of the doors.....stuck. I tried another one - stuck. I threw all 120 pounds against the door - nothing. I braced myself and pushed with my legs - nothing. In disgust with my weakness I decided to climb back out through the trunk, and scrape from the outside. Turns out, and you'd think I'd have known this having been closely acquainted with the car for around 4 years, but there's no inside release for the trunk. So, let's think about this....I have the keys, I'm inside, but I can't get out. I'm effectively iced in. And way too embarrassed to try signaling a random stranger to open the trunk. I had my phone, but calling the fire department? Iced over in your own car? In the middle of the day? With renewed determination I pushed, and pushed, all in vain. I began to grow sad. Finally, I decided that I WOULD NOT be the girl the fire department had to come free, so I braced, and pushed harder than I hope I ever have to again, and the driver's side door swung open with force! And hit the car next to me.
It also crossed my mind to just drive to where I needed to go , and see if the heat had kicked in enough by then to get out, but one side of the car was covered in snow. Not an option. Today, after some thawing, each door was still partially open.
Tomorrow morning = first day of classes. My hall director thinks this whole coffee-free thing won't last, and I don't want to give him the satisfaction of being right, but tomorrow may weaken my resolve. You just watch though, I'll eventually get him to leave a comment here.
posted by Laura at 11:57:00 PM
1 Comments:
Ummmm..... I refuse to leave a comment so long as you refer to me as "my hall director." If you insist on doing this, you could at least capitalize my job title.
P.S. This post does not count.
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