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Day 651: Je Suis Baka
Jul. 31st, 2008 10:24 pmI may or may not have used this title before, but it's apropos.
I was lucky. On Tuesday I got my research project for Brad all done. A long run for a short slide, as Professor White would say. All that research for so short a return memo. But it was done, so I was free to do one last stint as my parents' paint crew.
That's right. I painted Tuesday night, and again most of the day Wednesday. One of our tenants isn't getting her security deposit back because she left the place a mess. Dad made repairs, mom cleaned, and I painted. An entire room. Well, not the entire room, as I was too short - even with a ladder - to reach the best of the twelve-foot ceilings. Dad, though the doctor says he is better, took off earlier than mum and I. We had the dog with us, and while dad was at therapy we went to lunch - Taco Bell. (Apropos, given the dog, ne?) We ate, and we had the new freeze things. On a whim, we gave some to the dog. He ate it voraciously, though I was convinced his little brain was going to earn him the worst brain freeze ever. No such thing. Instead, he proved himself a projectile weapon by spewing liquid crystal orange stuff at mum. While he was running. That's right - our three-legged dog is so full of wacky cool that he can puke on the run. Mum was less than chuffed. I laughed like a gormless fool.
And thwen we got back to painting. Dad took off home to get paperwork done - as he's allowed to do paperwork now - and mum and I fixed some lights. Had a bit of a snafu regarding paint spilled all over the truck bed, but otherwise did well. As a treat Dad took us to Mongolian barbecue for dinner. The cooks and the hostess there all know us and are very friendly. I swear the one huge Mongolian guy thinks I'm his baby sister or something. Mom and I made sure to uber load our dishes so we could have leftovers for lunch.
Which we did.
Today was...a good day. And a bad day. See, Mum brought me some nice clothes in California. In true determined Nagi fashion, I decided I ought to figure out how to look like a girl, so I puzzled up an outfit. After an examination in the mirror, I thought it'd look good with some heels I got. As I need to learn to walk in heels, I thought there'd be no harm in practicing today, tottering around the office.
And I got good assignments. One admittedly boring research assignment, but then a whole load of fun filing. And by filing I mean litigation. I do receive a certain perverse satisfaction in knowing that someone who had the misjudgment to get himself into debt will be slapped with demand for satisfaction of judgment or that a judgment in the county recorder's office will make it hard to get a loan later. If you default on payment multiple times, it doesn't look good for your record. I like typing litigation and learning how it all runs.
The less fun part is the hikes to the court house.
In heels.
Yes, I'm sure my friends can picture it, Nagi all dressed up like a girl, tottering down the pavement, looking fixed to break her own neck at any moment. I actually managed to run a bit in those heels before I'd tempted fate too much and stuck to walking. Almost broke my neck a couple of times, but it was all right. Kacee wins, though, because she wore some awesome heels she got in New York (I'm learning to understand cute shoes) and she chased down a UPS van in them.
She's hardcore.
After work I had supper with my parents, and then Dad and I picked fruit in the garden to give to neighbors and friends while mum worked in the garden. Dad got his weekly dose of Sherlock Holmes while I worked on that scale mail. My fingertips are metal-blackened now, and it's funny. I'm getting my rhythm down and working a lot faster now, which is grand. I don't know if I'll ever manage to fix a row in half an hour, though. I'm under an hour now, if I don't get distracted. It is good fun.
So I get to see my friends this weekend. Last weekend in Cedar.
It breaks my heart in unspeakable ways.
I was lucky. On Tuesday I got my research project for Brad all done. A long run for a short slide, as Professor White would say. All that research for so short a return memo. But it was done, so I was free to do one last stint as my parents' paint crew.
That's right. I painted Tuesday night, and again most of the day Wednesday. One of our tenants isn't getting her security deposit back because she left the place a mess. Dad made repairs, mom cleaned, and I painted. An entire room. Well, not the entire room, as I was too short - even with a ladder - to reach the best of the twelve-foot ceilings. Dad, though the doctor says he is better, took off earlier than mum and I. We had the dog with us, and while dad was at therapy we went to lunch - Taco Bell. (Apropos, given the dog, ne?) We ate, and we had the new freeze things. On a whim, we gave some to the dog. He ate it voraciously, though I was convinced his little brain was going to earn him the worst brain freeze ever. No such thing. Instead, he proved himself a projectile weapon by spewing liquid crystal orange stuff at mum. While he was running. That's right - our three-legged dog is so full of wacky cool that he can puke on the run. Mum was less than chuffed. I laughed like a gormless fool.
And thwen we got back to painting. Dad took off home to get paperwork done - as he's allowed to do paperwork now - and mum and I fixed some lights. Had a bit of a snafu regarding paint spilled all over the truck bed, but otherwise did well. As a treat Dad took us to Mongolian barbecue for dinner. The cooks and the hostess there all know us and are very friendly. I swear the one huge Mongolian guy thinks I'm his baby sister or something. Mom and I made sure to uber load our dishes so we could have leftovers for lunch.
Which we did.
Today was...a good day. And a bad day. See, Mum brought me some nice clothes in California. In true determined Nagi fashion, I decided I ought to figure out how to look like a girl, so I puzzled up an outfit. After an examination in the mirror, I thought it'd look good with some heels I got. As I need to learn to walk in heels, I thought there'd be no harm in practicing today, tottering around the office.
And I got good assignments. One admittedly boring research assignment, but then a whole load of fun filing. And by filing I mean litigation. I do receive a certain perverse satisfaction in knowing that someone who had the misjudgment to get himself into debt will be slapped with demand for satisfaction of judgment or that a judgment in the county recorder's office will make it hard to get a loan later. If you default on payment multiple times, it doesn't look good for your record. I like typing litigation and learning how it all runs.
The less fun part is the hikes to the court house.
In heels.
Yes, I'm sure my friends can picture it, Nagi all dressed up like a girl, tottering down the pavement, looking fixed to break her own neck at any moment. I actually managed to run a bit in those heels before I'd tempted fate too much and stuck to walking. Almost broke my neck a couple of times, but it was all right. Kacee wins, though, because she wore some awesome heels she got in New York (I'm learning to understand cute shoes) and she chased down a UPS van in them.
She's hardcore.
After work I had supper with my parents, and then Dad and I picked fruit in the garden to give to neighbors and friends while mum worked in the garden. Dad got his weekly dose of Sherlock Holmes while I worked on that scale mail. My fingertips are metal-blackened now, and it's funny. I'm getting my rhythm down and working a lot faster now, which is grand. I don't know if I'll ever manage to fix a row in half an hour, though. I'm under an hour now, if I don't get distracted. It is good fun.
So I get to see my friends this weekend. Last weekend in Cedar.
It breaks my heart in unspeakable ways.
