It’s Wednesday morning at 10AM and I have already logged 37 hours for the week. I know some people are totally used to this: dragging themselves into the office at 7:30 in the morning, slinking home thirteen hours later only to put in another hour and a half of “home work” in bed while their beloved lies next to them reading Lord of the Rings FAN FICTION instead of editing endless pages of ENGINEERING TEXT, after a pleasant day of not accidentally putting the coffee mug upside down in the coffee maker and standing there in complete befuddlement while steaming coffee runs all over the counter and silently screaming, “Ohmyeffinghell!”
Some people are used to this. But not me. And so I’m having a hard time with normal things like walking without running into stuff and remembering to rinse the conditioner out of my hair. Ooooh, pretty! You have no idea how many words I just misspelled.
Anyway, my boss is so superhuman about appreciation that I know quite certainly my efforts are noticed (and duly rewarded). But truthfully, that hasn’t made a bit of a difference when say, the alarm goes off and I tip toe downstairs to find that the dog has upended my laptop, stepped on it, and left a puncture mark like a bullet hole in the middle of the screen. Spy work, it is dangerous. I tried not to cry. Really, I did.
If I’m being completely honest, I’ll tell you that the only reason I didn’t exact some major revenge on that dog is, well, The Boy’s parents just bought our tickets to DisneyWorld and I don’t want to rock the boat. In case, you know, the tickets are refundable or somesuch.
P.S. You people kill me with the awesomeness of the comments on my last post. You’re everywhere! You’re in places right next door and so far away I’m sure you have to have a special passport just to get there. I love it. And on pain of being cheesy, I love that we’re all connected.
Mornings bad. Sleep pretty.
When my husband was my post divorce serious relationship, my daughter — then in preschool — made some sort of headpiece in honor of Chinese New Year which featured large amounts of red crepe paper and gold glitter. Chinese New Year coincided with dude’s St. Bernard’s first visit. She (the doggie) kissed my daughter hello, almost drowned my shocked and horrified cat, and ate the Chinese New Year headpiece in one gulp. Then she pooed red & gold on the patio.
We all got past it (except for the cat, but that’s a cat for you), married and lived happily ever after. But every Chinese New Year, my daughter feels a sense of loss.
Dog (mine, not Dork’s) has turned into a 5am Gregory Hines. I know(ish) how you feel. But the laptop… yikes, I’d have flipped.
I love that you got over 400 comments on your last post. Awesome.
Dear Bicycleless Fish (ie: Heather),
I found your blog today after I returned from a superb lunch in downtown St. Petersburg, Fla. with my nerdy/lovable friend, Gabriel. I must leave a comment as I sit here digesting sushi and the painfully endearing dating stories Gabriel likes to share with me.
I’m considering carrying my laptop out to the back deck to write, as I too live in a sunny, monotonous climate.
Your blog (I’m not a fan of the word, by the way) is super stellar. I relate to your posts like my overweight pug relates to bulldogs. Which is to say, I think you’re funny, upbeat, plucky and awesome.
I’m reading your tags at the top of this site, thinking, “Did this Texas girl go dumpster diving in my brain?”
I’m bookmarking your blog, or in a throwback to AOL, dropping it in my Favorites.
I hope you’re having a good day.
As a neo-women’s libber who found her bicycle almost two years ago, I look forward to reading your shenanigans.
Dear Bicycleless Fish (ie: Heather),
I found your blog today after I returned from a superb lunch in downtown St. Petersburg, Fla. with my nerdy/lovable friend, Gabriel. I must leave a comment as I sit here digesting sushi and the painfully endearing dating stories Gabriel likes to share with me.
I’m considering carrying my laptop out to the back deck to write, as I too live in a sunny, monotonous climate.
Your blog (I’m not a fan of the word, by the way) is super stellar. I relate to your posts like my overweight pug relates to bulldogs. Which is to say, I think you’re funny, upbeat, plucky and awesome.
I’m reading your tags at the top of this site, thinking, “Did this Texas girl go dumpster diving in my brain?”
I’m bookmarking your blog, or in a throwback to AOL, dropping it in my Favorites.
I hope you’re having a good day.
As a neo-women’s libber who found her bicycle almost two years ago, I look forward to reading your shenanigans.
Dear Bicycleless Fish (ie: Heather),
I found your blog today after I returned from a superb lunch in downtown St. Petersburg, Fla. with my nerdy/lovable friend, Gabriel. I must leave a comment as I sit here digesting sushi and the painfully endearing dating stories Gabriel likes to share with me.
I’m considering carrying my laptop out to the back deck to write, as I too live in a sunny, monotonous climate.
Your blog (I’m not a fan of the word, by the way) is super stellar. I relate to your posts like my overweight pug relates to bulldogs. Which is to say, I think you’re funny, upbeat, plucky and awesome.
I’m reading your tags at the top of this site, thinking, “Did this Texas girl go dumpster diving in my brain?”
I’m bookmarking your blog, or in a throwback to AOL, dropping it in my Favorites.
I hope you’re having a good day.
As a neo-women’s libber who found her bicycle almost two years ago, I look forward to reading your shenanigans.
Dear Bicycleless Fish (ie: Heather),
I found your blog today after I returned from a superb lunch in downtown St. Petersburg, Fla. with my nerdy/lovable friend, Gabriel. I must leave a comment as I sit here digesting sushi and the painfully endearing dating stories Gabriel likes to share with me.
I’m considering carrying my laptop out to the back deck to write, as I too live in a sunny, monotonous climate.
Your blog (I’m not a fan of the word, by the way) is super stellar. I relate to your posts like my overweight pug relates to bulldogs. Which is to say, I think you’re funny, upbeat, plucky and awesome.
I’m reading your tags at the top of this site, thinking, “Did this Texas girl go dumpster diving in my brain?”
I’m bookmarking your blog, or in a throwback to AOL, dropping it in my Favorites.
I hope you’re having a good day.
As a neo-women’s libber who found her bicycle almost two years ago, I look forward to reading your shenanigans.
Hey Fish… we’re all connect because of the wonderfulness that is YOU!
Thank you for that!
(I’m I must say, you handled the laptop situation much, MUCH better than I would have. Sorry to hear!)
Every morning when I drag my sleepy ass out of bed to go to work, I remind myself to be thankful that I even have a job. It would be infinitely better if i had my own Dork Lord and puppy but I don’t. Yet. I would, however, have cried and freaked out about the laptop. I’m very anal-retentive about backing up but I would still have been upset. One question though. Why do people store their coffee mugs upside down in the cupboard? I stopped doing that as soon as I started living alone. Do you have any idea how much brain power is required to rotate things? It’s some of the most complex brain function out there!
Wait, I hope that previous comment didn’t sound judgmental. What I meant was work sucks and I love my bed and I feel your pain. But I feel guilty about wanting to live a life of leisure. I slept in this morning so maybe that’s why?
Oh, Fish!
I feel your pain, I really do! After one year and 19 days of unemployment here in Dallas, I constantly dream of running away to Mexico. When I woke up this morning, after a particularly vivid dream involving mucho tequila, in my Big D bedroom and tripped over a shoebox, I said some extremely creative things that had my dog hiding under the bed for an hour.
If I get that upset over not waking up in a Mexican beachfront condo, a margarita in hand, and my Chihuahua in a teeny sombrero, I can only imagine how problems in the real world are about to push you over the edge!! Hang in there, lady!
Wait! you got a dog?! Sir Hal has a companion? And you’re smart about not upsetting the Boy’s family. DisneyWorld is awesome, just for Epcot alone. Have fun!
No, no. The dog belongs to The Boy. I have a step-dog.
Hi Fish,
I live in Atlanta was laid off a month ago — very depressing. I know that you went through this twice (i can’t imagine). Do you have any tips for how to deal? Or how you found your job so quickly the second time?
I work in PR and have a fantastic resume (humble, yeah) but still can’t get a single interview.
Uh…I’m not sure how to say this, but uhhhh I read Twilight fanfiction. Can the dork lord and I be friends?
Be thankful that you busy. There is nothing worse than coming to work and sitting with nothing to do for hours, wondering when we are all going to get laid off. I would much rather prefer busy work. Well, then again, I wouldn’t have as much time to play on my favorite blogs….like yours!
(Coming from a dog lover – flick the pup on the head when the boy isn’t looking. No one will know and it will make you feel better.)
Awesome you’re going to Disney. Never been…wanna go…super bad!
Sooo sorry bout your laptop, maybe the Boy will splurge on a new one for ya.