And you'll get in your snowmobile and come to Troy, right?

Dude, if we get 8 inches of snow, I'm going to take it as a sign. A sign with mile-high letters reading "STAY THE HELL HOME!"

Timelies,

Today started off kind of irritating. I remembered as I was getting ready for work that my car payment is due on the 24th and that part of the chores I'd originally planned on doing last night before I got lazy was paying bills. So I rushed to write up the check and stick in an envelope, completely forgetting in my hurry to grab my wallet, my chapstick and my work pager. On the way in to work, someone was stopped directly in the middle of the road with his reverse lights on, talking on his cellphone. I stopped a safe distance back in case he suddenly decided to back up and waited. And waited. Had the streets been dry and no snowbanks on in the gutters, I probably would have been able to slip around him, but it just wasn't worth it as it was. Finally a car backs out of a driveway in front of him and he pulls in. Why it was neccessary for him to sit in the dead center of the road instead of off to the side like an intelligent person, I have no clue.

Speaking of idiots and reverse lights, I encounted another one last night after getting my haircut. I'm trying to leave the parking lot and a guy backs out of his space and into the lane ahead of me. He stops, reverse lights still on. I'm about 2 to 3 car lengths back at this point and stopped. He just sits there. After about 30 seconds he opens his door and yells something at me. By the time I roll down my window and turn off the radio he's already back in his car. He sits there another 30 seconds, then pulls back into his original parking spot. As I'm pulling away from the lot, I see him brushing snow off his car. WTF? I can only guess he wanted me to back up even further, or some unknown reason, but crowded snow-covered parking lots at night are not when I really want to practice my reverse driving skills. Especially when there's no apparent reason.

In other not-so-fun news, we're having a team meeting today at 3 to discuss replacing our pagers with cellphones. My fellow techs and I are worried that our new boss is going to try to foist the afterhour support phones on the on-call tech, which none of us want.

I'm hoping the ton of snow we're supposed to get hits us late, as I'm supposed to head down to just outside the city to hangout with a friend of mine for her birthday. I'm not overly thrilled about her choice of birthday activities (Karaoke bar. I have an extreme aversion to bad singing. Plus, I can't sing myself and have no wish to inflict that upon others.) but it's her birthday, and it's a chance to see her and a bunch of other folks I haven't seen in awhile.

IRT the snow removal discussion, my lease actually states that snow shovelling and lawn mowing are my responsibilities. My landlord will occaisionally be nice and do them for me, but it's a rarity.

she has people bring her free stuff. or so she says. I think she's lying and possibly mean-spirited.

My taunty dance brings all the boys to the yard. There's some wiggling, and just a little bit of grooving.

So what exactly is the source of taunting here?

It was directed specifically at msbelle, who was sad that no one was giving her free things, at which point I said that that was because *I* had all the free things in the world, and then I began to dance.

What is it you've got that we're being made to want?

Pffft. I think the real question should be, what DON'T I got that you want??? Oh, yeah.

re: landlords and snow.

We don't get significant snow often in Durham. I've been at my current apartment for almost 6 years now (and still don't have a couch), and the three times we had enough snow to need shoveling, the landlord got the parkinglot and sidewalks cleared long before the city got the street next to the apartment complex cleared.

This is one of the reasons I've been at my current apartment for almost 6 years.

Things I don't understand: Bush's Middle-East policies. The appeal of carob coated anything. UNC's fondness for Faulkner.

Half my job is taking messages. It's always so funny to say "Would you like to leave a message?" and have the caller say yes and then wait for a beep.

Pffft. I think the real question should be, what DON'T I got that you want??? Oh, yeah.

Bare nape?

I don't understand why I have to do homework instead of being able to waste the entire day.

Wait, yes, I do. I'm just bitter.

I truly don't understand the appeal of The Apprentice. Or how dust bunnies multiply so fast.

Pffft. I think the real question should be, what DON'T I got that you want??? Oh, yeah.

Bare nape?

Heh. Point.

I don't understand why I'm suffering from a relapse of The Ick.

I don't understand why people in my office building don't think I won't notice when they whisper to each other and point at me.

I don't understand why I can't find good-quality black & white striped satin that isn't acetate.