
Wednesday, November 06, 2002
split pea soupi've finally identified the smell emanating through city hall. split pea soup. i've been known to eat split pea soup on occasion, but now the scent is getting nauseating and i wish i could make it go away.
i found out this morning that my boss was here until 3 a.m. waiting for the final tally on the election... hoping. and now he's here working. i admire him a great deal. even though i would like to yell at him and tell him go go home and take a nap.
(intermission: random. okay... so i just got a call from a telemarketer. here at work. trying to sell me a subscription to a newspaper. right, great. i said, "uh, yeah. this is a business." and she said, "oh it is? sorry." and excuse me... but how many people pick up the phone and say "albion recreation department. how can i help you?" is this a normal telephone salutation? grrrr.)
today is so bad... people keep telling me they're sorry. i've never been able to handle sympathy very well. i'm great with hostility... i mean, if someone's mean to me, i give it right back to them.... but when people are nice, i don't know how to handle it. what do you say, even? if someone says they're sorry... do you say, "okay" or "thank you" or "yeah" or... what? i really don't know.
i guess i'll chalk this up to one of my millions of issues.


