day of hell
3:04 am - my plan to stay awake all night packing is betrayed by a soft couch
6:48 am - i awake
7:00 am - at work
8:12 am - go for a smoke, look at my car, realize the license plates have been stolen
8:18 am - file police report
8:50 am - get new plates from dmv
9:20 am - return to work, still haven't heard from newspaper about page layout changes.
10:00 - 11:20 - talk to editor. revamp page. revamp again. revamp again. repeat until i want to shoot the entire product line of south america into my brainstem.
11:30 - apparently someone finds Boondocks for the 1st to be offensive because it uses the phrase "H.N.I.C." This means potentially redoing 20 newspapers because someone out there may be offended. I question whether most of the people in America even know what it means.
11:42 - lunch at my desk while throwing a million crosswords together
11:54 - Becky from the Jesusfish movers calls. Now I get 3 christian burlymen instead of 2.
12:19 - I am told "You are pretty white."
12:29 - smoke a thousand cigarettes, wait for decision on final revamp.
1:08 - revamp no good. back to drawing board. nggggggg.
1:31 - revamp good. begin whizbanging content into proper slots.
3:04 - halfway done, smoke and read Camden Joy
4:30 - about 20 minutes away from being done, I resist urge to strangle co-worker and go home
5:00 - meet with new landlord to do final apartment walkthru
6:00 - after retardedly long and soul-squickingly dull review of every single object and plane in the apartment, i hand over a wad of cash and get housekeys
6:13 - back at work, everything's broken
7:40 - go pick up more boxes. too huge to fit in car. spend 20 minutes tearing out giant metal staples and severing tape with my teeth
8:09 - back to work
8:22 - security guard comes and tells me my lights are on
8:26 - as soon as I open my car door, the headlights turn off
9:30 - make comment on phone: "i'll be out of here in thirty minutes, tops."
9:51 - everything even more broken. i swear a lot and kick a pc.
10:12 - fuck
10: 30 - coffee at quicktrip with fraction, observing the cretin parade
10:49 - drive around at high speeds listening to talk radio and smoking cigarettes. it's dark and deserted and i dread going home.
11:20 - home oppressive home
11:38 - slapboxing match out front. one guy with huge messy afro against very drunk guy who tears his shirt off. they both go into boxing stances and proceed to do nothing more. everyone loses enthusiasm simultaneously and all dispiritedly trudge back home.
11:41 - "i'll just hop online and check my mail."
11:52 - shit. tired. i'm not hopeful.
Posted by xtop at April 29, 2003 11:55 PM
