Year: 2005

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…

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…

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…