Knock On Wood

I'm having a tentatively good day today.

I ended up staying out a little bit later than I had planned, but I got lucky and got the last bus home before the dead zone between 3:30 and 4:30. I jumped right in bed with two purring bed warmers and got up and out without much trouble -- though on less than 3 hours of sleep.

Even though I was kinda late getting out, I still hit midtown about the usual time. On the ride in, I was thinking to myself how starving I was and made plans to get a donut -- only if I had the right amount of change. Lucky me, exacty 50 cents in the wallet. (oh, I gave up on the diet. Not only because I came through my senses and realized I'm not fat, just delusional and plus, a girl needs calories to survive. I was feeling like shit.) So, there I was ordering my plain donut with my two quarters in hand, when I dropped one.

I had the crazy frozen watching the bad thing happen in slomo effect as it rolled towards the grate, flirted with falling and then *poof* disappeared. This old guy was watching me watch it and the total "oh, fuck!" expression on my face. We small talked about how basically that sucked and I resigned myself to ixnaying the donut. As he walked away, the guy handed me a quarter and I wanted to give him a big hug. The donut guy was like, "that was nice of him, but I would've given it to you free if your quarter fell." Total niceness. I got the fuzzies.

Walking into the building and facing the security desk, I didn't even have to go through the "blah blah i'm a temp to see blah blah" song and dance because they're like "we know you. you've been coming around forever" and I got my pass without a word. Dope. And then while having my breakfast of a donut and tea with milk, a girl on this floor I subbed for before offered me the heads up on her going on vacation next week for next Friday plus the week after. Two words: cha. ching. 23 is shaping up to be a very good year.

I'm off to do the cabbage patch and hope I get a ring about that production job.