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8.30.2000/salmonella guy/ Had a weird refrigerator crisis yesterday.I accidentally swung the door shut instead of forceably pushing it shit before going to bed last night. Therefore, the fridge was about three inches open the entire night. This resulted in the freezer having to kick in and compensate for it, which in turn resulted in all of the freezer food being warm and liquidy. SIGHhhhhhh...............SO, I basically had to throw everything out. I then had to clean the fridge because of my obsessive-compulsive paranoia that some sort of bacteria formed when the food was too warm for too long, etc., and discovered a refridgerated FLY way in the back! This REALLY grossed me out, I mean how long had it been there? Was it throwing parties and inviting friends? Were they dancing all over my food? YUCK! I mean, obviously I wrap everything, but STILL! After that whole fiasco, Eric and I had to go shopping anew--the second time this week. So, we make good time, hit all the stores, and reach the end of the the adventure at the local Shaw's. We're just about ready to check out when Eric notices a tossed-aside bag of frozen chicken wings in the popcorn and chips aisle, which, by now, are no longer frozen. I wanted to just BOLT. It was as though someone was pointing a gun to my head. All I could see were these evil little salmonella germs swirling around the bag, just waiting for some unsuspecting shlep to come over and become infected. But Eric's too much a "good citizen" to just leave it there, so he calls over one of the cutomer service people. The guy comes over, picks up the bag, fondles it for a few seconds, throws it out and proceeds to make his way back to the check out aisle where he's cashiering! No hand washing, no wet nap--NOTHING! Since it was 10pm he was the only cashier available. So now, I'm freaking out. I definitely DON'T want this guy touching my food items with possible salmonella-infected hands. What to do? Well, we walked around for a bit weighing our options, (actually we were arguing about how neurotic I am, but that's a whole OTHER story) and a few minutes later another register opened. WHEW! Right? Wrong. We go through the newly opened register, behind another customer, and who's bagging said customer's groceries? Yep. SALMONELLA GUY. So, now I'm freaking out again. Luckily, someone came through this guy's register and I thought, "I'm safe. Just get this done as quickly as possible, move into bagging position immediately and run for the hills." So, just as Eric is starting to bag, this cute older gentelemen (who works there) comes over to help bag as well, and the cashier woman is bagging too. THREE PEOPLE ARE BAGGING! Do we need any more people? NOOOOOO!!!!! The groceries were almost all bagged, when out of the blue, Salmonella Guy runs over (he finished with his cutomer), grabs my beloved, achingly selected bag of bread--and BAGS IT!!!!! It was like the Gods were toying with me, amused at my neuroticism, and seeing how far they could push me before I totally lost it. So I get home, minus bread bag of course, and proceed to put the groceries away. I then start obesessing about the fact that Salmonella Guy had been bagging using the same batch of bags that were used to bag my groceries, and I now feel totally defeated. Could that day have gotten any worse (Well, I mean, YEAH worse things happen, but just humor me)? So, after many minutes of rationalizing and talking it through, I finally broke down and just started to make dinner. I figured everything is cooked, etc.--but what about the dry goods? SIGHHHhhhhhhhhh...............
8.27.2000/Infinte Jest/ Coincidentally, someone mentioned DFW's Infinite Jest on a weblog right after my having discussed him with a friend of mine, prompting me to go to amazon.com and read an excerpt. Strangely enough, I was pretty caught up in it, and read the whole thing (the excerpt--not the book!). I say strangely enough because I picked up the book a year or so ago, and although it looked good, I just wasn't in the right mood for it. Again, earlier this year, the same thing happened. I ended up buying Brief Interviews With Hideous Men instead. But, for some reason (probably because of the conversation I had with my friend, and because the amazon description peaked my interest a bit more), after reading the excerpt yesterday, I HAD to get it. The other weird thing--and a product of my OCD--is that whenever I've picked this book up, the store I was at usually only had one copy--and a battered one at that. Stupidly, and ridiculously, this was one of the reasons I hesitated to buy it. But, yesterday at The Brown Bookstore, I found THREE copies--one of which is in perfect condition and sitting on my desk as I type this. I am now fully engrossed. Thank God I have about two to three weeks of no obligations to spend on this heavy tome.I'm still not quite sure where it's going, and have only encountered one footnote so far, but I keep having these little urges to pick it up and read the next vignette. So, I guess I'm hooked. /last day/ My last day of employment was fairly uneventful. My co-workers were upset that they weren't made aware that Friday was my last day. I think they were intending on planning something. But it's all well and good. I don't like lengthy goodbyes--especially in the form of a party where I'm the center of attention--a strange sentiment coming from an "only-child." So, I dropped off my last project, cleaned up my computer files, packed my stuff and said my goodbyes in a low-key sincere fashion. My co-workers suggested we all go out one evening before I start my new job. This is a MUCH more enjoyable prospect, than having a big office shindig with bosses in tow. So that's THAT. |
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