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September 2005

Office Test

I’ve just returned from my temp agency interview and assorted tests. Oddly enough, the whole process proved rather beneficial to my recently-plummeting self-esteem…

I wasn’t too surprised to find that I scored quite highly on the Excel test, because I actually like using Excel and think it’s pretty much the only software Microsoft has gotten right in the past fifteen years. I WAS surprised, though, that I scored even higher on Word, which I hate and only use under duress…

And I was absolutely stunned that, even though I am a two-finger typist who wouldn’t be able to learn touch typing now if my life depended on it, I somehow manage to plug along at forty words per minute with 98 per cent accuracy. Who knew?

Whether or not any of this will land me a job remains anyone’s guess, but I’m a little more optmistic than I was this morning, anyhow…

Creepy Dream

OK, so this is the creepiest dream ever:

I’m sitting in a very nice restaurant with close relatives and maybe a friend or two (although I don’t remember WHO). We’re all about to have dinner, and I’m a little peeved that one of my friends and I will be supplying the random organ meat which will be the appetizer. From our own bodies. It apparently isn’t going to kill us or cause us big health problems, but will just be something of an inconvenience…

No wonder I’m a little pissed off, huh?

So I get all passive-aggressive and leave the table, asking (a bit sacrcastically) whether anyone minds if — seeing as how I’m going to BE dinner rather than be SERVED dinner — I run down to Burger King and get a snack, so I can have something to eat too…

As I walk down the street toward the Burger King, which seems to be a mile or so away, they keep calling after me. Which apparently wakes me up…

In retrospect, two things worry me about this dream:

  1. Why was I pissed off enough to do the whole passive-agrgressive thing, but not pissed off enough just to say “No, you’re NOT eating my spleen for dinner, goddammit!”?
  2. If they were going to eat my body parts, couldn’t they at least have had the common courtesy to FEED me first? How rude…

A Few Overdue Photos

One month ago: Visit from Dan, which ended in dinner at Gus’ Sir Beef…

Two weeks ago: Visit from Duncan, which ended in dinner at the K&W…

Ten days ago: Visit from Rick, which also ended in dinner at the K&W, but it was cooler ‘cuz it was the one in Wilmington. As an aside, Rick also received the honor of being the first overnight guest in our new abode…

And yes, I now rate all my friends based on where they agree to eat with me…

Pizza Night

I’m happy to report that I’ve found my new favorite pizza place in Charlotte. The hands down winner is Mellow Mushroom, which is a small regional chain based in Atlanta. The pizza is quite good, but I’d still go there even if it tasted like baked cereal boxes topped with shredded newspapers. Whycome? Because of the salads. They’re absolutely amazing. As the hubby said last night, “They must top them with opium or something”…

Me like. Thanks to Joseph for pointing this one out…

And on the subjesct of food, remind me never again to make the near-fatal mistake of visiting a Shoney’s breakfast buffet on a Sunday morning. Blecch. Nothing like clawing your way through a long line of ill-mannered rugrats only to wind up with a half-empty plate of severely nasty food. God, what was I thinking?

Trains

It’s not really unusual for me to hear the occasional train whistle here, although it’s also not really a daily occurence. But this morning, I’ve been hearing them almost contsantly for the past hour or so. Either it’s the world’s longest train or there’s a major railroad traffic jam in downtown Matthews…