A truly Ody kind of day
Sep. 15th, 2006 07:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matilda36It all started at 5:30 am, when I reached the alarm clock to check the time. You know I love my alarm clock. It is a chunky purple mechanical model that has followed me in 2 countries, 3 towns and 8 residences and still serves me perfectly. The only problem is that you can't see the numbers in the dark, so everytime I need to check the time I need to switch the light on. And while looking for said switch I tumbled a full glass of water. No wet bed, no damaged property but it was a sign and I should have seen it.
At 6:00am I got up, logged in and got served virtual coffee by my virtual mate (best way to get up: cuddles, good coffee and no morning breath or cold feet. And sometimes If I am good i get cream too). Only yesterday (and today. Love speak to that darn cable company or I'll do it) his connection dies before we got enough cuddles in. I get to huggles with my siscleo1969 instead so I stay cheerful.
I manage to have breakfast without further accidents, do my back exercises then start to slowly get ready to go out when T-Rex call me to action. An hour early than agreed. I put on my war paint and we drive ( in a very T-Rex like manner, if you can think of a T-Rex driving a Matiz) down to the job centre, where I am told that you actually need to have worked to get unemployment benefits. I still stay cheerful. Hey I got two jobs I may actually enjoy doing to apply for...
Then we spend half an hour with T-Rex in a very cranky T-Rex mode driving around looking for a place and not foinding it. I think I lost all sensation in my hands grabbing the dashboard, but hey, she did find the place in the end and we had chinese for lunch too.
Go home, submit a job application, log in and discover that I do have made a really stupid mistake. No details here because the enemy is listening, but with a lot of help fromjoereaves and cleo1969 I manage to Ody my way out of it ( to Ody yourself out of something = use your hyperactive brain to get yourself out of some trouble your hyperactive brain has put yourself in (or better Odyed yourself in) in the first instance)
By now I am already late and I slam the door while going downstair to T-Rex. Only my keys are on the other side of the door. No worry. T-Rex has a copy. She actually has 3 similar keys. I pick 2 out of the 3 and go and see if I am so idiotic to have left the keys actually inside the lock. None of the keys work, so I guess. Hey, maybe I am so idiotic. We call a specialist. Luckily T-Rex has over the years put together a list of specialists to the rescue in similar situation. The specialist come and we do actually discover that I hadn't left the key inside the lock. I had simply picked the wrong spare key from T-Rex. The specialist has some fun picking my lock "so he knows how to do it next time" and goes home with some of my cash.
After that I go down watch the first episode of CSI:Miami Season 4, wince at the hints of things to come, and go straight to bed.
Wanna know the weirdest thing of all? Not once in the whole day I felt irritated by the whole shenigans. I actually had fun. And sorted out things. Not wanting to be in control of things allowed me to be in control of the only factor that could change things: myself. And better stop here before a fun tale becomes another boring reflection on the state of my ongoing personality tectonic shift.
At 6:00am I got up, logged in and got served virtual coffee by my virtual mate (best way to get up: cuddles, good coffee and no morning breath or cold feet. And sometimes If I am good i get cream too). Only yesterday (and today. Love speak to that darn cable company or I'll do it) his connection dies before we got enough cuddles in. I get to huggles with my sis
cleo1969 instead so I stay cheerful. I manage to have breakfast without further accidents, do my back exercises then start to slowly get ready to go out when T-Rex call me to action. An hour early than agreed. I put on my war paint and we drive ( in a very T-Rex like manner, if you can think of a T-Rex driving a Matiz) down to the job centre, where I am told that you actually need to have worked to get unemployment benefits. I still stay cheerful. Hey I got two jobs I may actually enjoy doing to apply for...
Then we spend half an hour with T-Rex in a very cranky T-Rex mode driving around looking for a place and not foinding it. I think I lost all sensation in my hands grabbing the dashboard, but hey, she did find the place in the end and we had chinese for lunch too.
Go home, submit a job application, log in and discover that I do have made a really stupid mistake. No details here because the enemy is listening, but with a lot of help from
joereaves and cleo1969 I manage to Ody my way out of it ( to Ody yourself out of something = use your hyperactive brain to get yourself out of some trouble your hyperactive brain has put yourself in (or better Odyed yourself in) in the first instance)By now I am already late and I slam the door while going downstair to T-Rex. Only my keys are on the other side of the door. No worry. T-Rex has a copy. She actually has 3 similar keys. I pick 2 out of the 3 and go and see if I am so idiotic to have left the keys actually inside the lock. None of the keys work, so I guess. Hey, maybe I am so idiotic. We call a specialist. Luckily T-Rex has over the years put together a list of specialists to the rescue in similar situation. The specialist come and we do actually discover that I hadn't left the key inside the lock. I had simply picked the wrong spare key from T-Rex. The specialist has some fun picking my lock "so he knows how to do it next time" and goes home with some of my cash.
After that I go down watch the first episode of CSI:Miami Season 4, wince at the hints of things to come, and go straight to bed.
Wanna know the weirdest thing of all? Not once in the whole day I felt irritated by the whole shenigans. I actually had fun. And sorted out things. Not wanting to be in control of things allowed me to be in control of the only factor that could change things: myself. And better stop here before a fun tale becomes another boring reflection on the state of my ongoing personality tectonic shift.
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Date: 2006-09-15 07:24 am (UTC)And, Ody? Garfield reference right?
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Date: 2006-09-15 09:15 am (UTC)The Garfield reference just struck me... ROLFMAO. Not sure I am gonna live it down now.
No Ody as in short for Odysseus, King of Itacha and forefather of most of the troublemagnets/troublemakers around... you know the kind that it's never their fault, but they end up in trouble all the same... A bit like Spike & Angel.
I do RP him in Sylum and I am not sure if I rubbed off on him or he rubbed off on me...
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Date: 2006-09-15 09:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-15 12:19 pm (UTC)Though you must admit that the Odie of Garfield is appropos as well. Though I do seem to remember him getting into the mess due to Garfield and ocassionally being the saving factor in some of Garfield's plans.
Yeah...you did Ody your way out of the mud yesterday especially with the enemy listening.
And I am proud of you sis for keeping your cool and calm while dealing with those bumps. *hugs sis*
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Date: 2006-09-15 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-15 12:50 pm (UTC)Garfield life would be boring without an overeager puppy to enliven' it up... *winks*