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Day 1029: Shenanigans
May. 13th, 2012 01:08 pmThat has pretty much been the gist of my life this week.
There were office shenanigans - Timothy was in Europe till Thursday. On Wednesday, I was sitting innocently at my desk doing hard-hitting legal research (read: *whine from clients* What is this form and do we need it?) when one of the other ladies in the office came up to me and asked if I'd decorated Timothy's desk. I said no, and then reflected it might have been nice to decorate his desk with a little "welcome back" sign or something.
As it turns out, by "decorate" she and my coworkers meant "cover everything on Timothy's desk, including his mouse, keyboard, phone, and favorite statue of Joan D'Arc, with aluminum foil." At first I was sort of offended that anyone would think I'd participate in such a thing. And then I remembered the time Jackie and I stole all of Dom's left shoes out of his dorm room and created a treasure hunt, complete with riddle clues, for him to find them. (After all, if he only had just the right shoe in every pair, well, he'd have no complete pairs, right?) So I took a picture of Timothy's desk and resolved to remember this prank the next time I work in an office with that sort of latitude and pull this off myself.
Or maybe one day I'll do it to Cody. Except these days he's at home more than I am.
I was a bit worried about how Timothy would take it, since the general vibe I get from everyone at the office is that they think he's weird and a little high strung. (After tackling some of his work the week he was gone, I can understand why he might sort of be that way.) But when I got into the office on Thursday Timothy was at his desk working away, and all he'd uncovered were his mouse, keyboard, monitors, and phone so he could get work done, but everything else was still well and covered with foil. Apparently he's a better sport than we'd realized, or he'd freaked out while no one else was there to see it.
I had uber plans to go to kenpo on Thursday night and get some good learning done, but on the way home I got nailed with the migraine of all migraines. Usually they just hit the right side of my head, and I curl up and sleep for a bit and it's all fine, but no. This hurt on both sides, and it was epically bad. I watched the disc of Smallville I'd scored from the library before the headache hit (and now I've finished all ten seasons of Smallville), and then I curled up in the dark. I remember vaguely when Cody got home, but I don't remember falling asleep. I remember waking up and feeling only mildly headachy. Until I stood up to go to the bathroom, and then I felt like hell, so I crawled back into bed and hated life. I thought it would go away by lunch time and I could go into the office, but no such luck.
Cody ended up driving me out to Aberdeen to see his chiropractor, who also does acupuncture, to get it taken care of. It got rid of the pain in the right side of my head, so naturally pain flared up in the left side of my head. Cody bought us lunch at a nice country diner and then we drove back to Idaho Falls. On the way home we stopped and bought a bed frame (finally!) and then we came home. I felt lucid enough to cook, so I made something simple, and then we curled up and watched random funny episodes of SPN before I gave in and went to bed, still feeling epically miserable. Cody gave me a blessing before I fell asleep, and when I woke up Saturday morning, I felt perfectly fine.
Win.
Although I know I must have had a migraine while I slept, because I remember in my dream sometimes I couldn't see out of one eye.
Saturday we went out shooting a bit - Cody had to try out his new shotgun - and then we drove down to Sterling to hang out with Carl's dad. Carl's dad taught Cody how to forge a knife out of a railroad spike while I lounged in the back of the car reading, writing, chatting with Tad the mop dog, and listening to the birds in the trees. Cody and I had a lively discussion about many things (how female writers repeatedly inaccurately portray men in books, and it gives girls Bad Ideas about how men should be, which just makes life harder for men, and life in small towns) and Cody said he'd be happy if he never left small town Idaho, that he'd be willing to die here (something I am less than enthused about having for a fate, but there you go). In between watching "Where the Heart Is" and hanging out at Carl's dad's place (where he raises deer, has an epic green house, forges things out of metal, mixes his own explosives, and raises edible cactus) I've realized that I'm not nearly as open-minded as I'd like to be, that in the end I'm one of those upper-middle class kids who thinks all rednecks are illiterate, stupid, and kind of a waste of space. As it turns out, people who are sometimes astonishingly politically incorrect, rough around the edges, talk with a drawl, and never cared much for school, are brilliantly self-educated, independent, innovative, and hardworking. I know Cody, for all that he grew up in a small town, is smart and hardworking, and wherever he ends up he'll do good for himself, so as long as I was with him and not someone who despised learning and whose idea of a good time was getting drunk and then plinking at all the empty cans, maybe I could be happy out here in the middle of nowhere.
I guess maybe I wish Cody would make some concessions for my way of life, too, that living in the city isn't all wrong, that enjoying a book on a blanket in the grass isn't a terrible thing just because someone could be out walking or riding a bike instead, that just because his idea of making things involves fire and sweat and my idea of making things involves lace, a comfortable carpet, and a random TV show in the background doesn't mean what I do is any less beneficial to my life or the world we live in.
The best part of yesterday, hands down, was watching our friend Carl in Les Mis. When he told us he was in it one night at Kenpo, I was pleased for him. When he told me he'd landed the role of Javert, I decided we had to go see him. And he was good. For a kid who doesn't usually sing in public, he owned that role, and he nailed his solos, and I was super proud of him. The girl who played Eponine had the best voice of the night (which kinda made me sad, because Fantine has the first big number in the show, and I didn't think too much of her voice, but she hit her notes, and that's what counts). The boy who played Valjean, though...wow. I think he was maybe the one kid who was super familiar with the musical, because he stuck to the style of the original musical when barely anyone else did. He's a talented kid, and I could have sworn I'd seen him in a movie somewhere, but oh well.
So this week was full of shenanigans - foiled desks, making knives, and watching Carl as Javert. (In one scene he had to take a couple of swings at Valjean with his billy club, and the moves he used were classic kenpo. In another scene, when he's disguising himself as a volunteer, he had to tie on a sash, and he did it the same way he ties on his belt for class. The little things are what count.)
Today is mother's day. It's weird - I've not been home for mother's day with my mother in a few years, but this is the first day I'm spending it with someone else's mother, and that's kind of weirding me out.
There were office shenanigans - Timothy was in Europe till Thursday. On Wednesday, I was sitting innocently at my desk doing hard-hitting legal research (read: *whine from clients* What is this form and do we need it?) when one of the other ladies in the office came up to me and asked if I'd decorated Timothy's desk. I said no, and then reflected it might have been nice to decorate his desk with a little "welcome back" sign or something.
As it turns out, by "decorate" she and my coworkers meant "cover everything on Timothy's desk, including his mouse, keyboard, phone, and favorite statue of Joan D'Arc, with aluminum foil." At first I was sort of offended that anyone would think I'd participate in such a thing. And then I remembered the time Jackie and I stole all of Dom's left shoes out of his dorm room and created a treasure hunt, complete with riddle clues, for him to find them. (After all, if he only had just the right shoe in every pair, well, he'd have no complete pairs, right?) So I took a picture of Timothy's desk and resolved to remember this prank the next time I work in an office with that sort of latitude and pull this off myself.
Or maybe one day I'll do it to Cody. Except these days he's at home more than I am.
I was a bit worried about how Timothy would take it, since the general vibe I get from everyone at the office is that they think he's weird and a little high strung. (After tackling some of his work the week he was gone, I can understand why he might sort of be that way.) But when I got into the office on Thursday Timothy was at his desk working away, and all he'd uncovered were his mouse, keyboard, monitors, and phone so he could get work done, but everything else was still well and covered with foil. Apparently he's a better sport than we'd realized, or he'd freaked out while no one else was there to see it.
I had uber plans to go to kenpo on Thursday night and get some good learning done, but on the way home I got nailed with the migraine of all migraines. Usually they just hit the right side of my head, and I curl up and sleep for a bit and it's all fine, but no. This hurt on both sides, and it was epically bad. I watched the disc of Smallville I'd scored from the library before the headache hit (and now I've finished all ten seasons of Smallville), and then I curled up in the dark. I remember vaguely when Cody got home, but I don't remember falling asleep. I remember waking up and feeling only mildly headachy. Until I stood up to go to the bathroom, and then I felt like hell, so I crawled back into bed and hated life. I thought it would go away by lunch time and I could go into the office, but no such luck.
Cody ended up driving me out to Aberdeen to see his chiropractor, who also does acupuncture, to get it taken care of. It got rid of the pain in the right side of my head, so naturally pain flared up in the left side of my head. Cody bought us lunch at a nice country diner and then we drove back to Idaho Falls. On the way home we stopped and bought a bed frame (finally!) and then we came home. I felt lucid enough to cook, so I made something simple, and then we curled up and watched random funny episodes of SPN before I gave in and went to bed, still feeling epically miserable. Cody gave me a blessing before I fell asleep, and when I woke up Saturday morning, I felt perfectly fine.
Win.
Although I know I must have had a migraine while I slept, because I remember in my dream sometimes I couldn't see out of one eye.
Saturday we went out shooting a bit - Cody had to try out his new shotgun - and then we drove down to Sterling to hang out with Carl's dad. Carl's dad taught Cody how to forge a knife out of a railroad spike while I lounged in the back of the car reading, writing, chatting with Tad the mop dog, and listening to the birds in the trees. Cody and I had a lively discussion about many things (how female writers repeatedly inaccurately portray men in books, and it gives girls Bad Ideas about how men should be, which just makes life harder for men, and life in small towns) and Cody said he'd be happy if he never left small town Idaho, that he'd be willing to die here (something I am less than enthused about having for a fate, but there you go). In between watching "Where the Heart Is" and hanging out at Carl's dad's place (where he raises deer, has an epic green house, forges things out of metal, mixes his own explosives, and raises edible cactus) I've realized that I'm not nearly as open-minded as I'd like to be, that in the end I'm one of those upper-middle class kids who thinks all rednecks are illiterate, stupid, and kind of a waste of space. As it turns out, people who are sometimes astonishingly politically incorrect, rough around the edges, talk with a drawl, and never cared much for school, are brilliantly self-educated, independent, innovative, and hardworking. I know Cody, for all that he grew up in a small town, is smart and hardworking, and wherever he ends up he'll do good for himself, so as long as I was with him and not someone who despised learning and whose idea of a good time was getting drunk and then plinking at all the empty cans, maybe I could be happy out here in the middle of nowhere.
I guess maybe I wish Cody would make some concessions for my way of life, too, that living in the city isn't all wrong, that enjoying a book on a blanket in the grass isn't a terrible thing just because someone could be out walking or riding a bike instead, that just because his idea of making things involves fire and sweat and my idea of making things involves lace, a comfortable carpet, and a random TV show in the background doesn't mean what I do is any less beneficial to my life or the world we live in.
The best part of yesterday, hands down, was watching our friend Carl in Les Mis. When he told us he was in it one night at Kenpo, I was pleased for him. When he told me he'd landed the role of Javert, I decided we had to go see him. And he was good. For a kid who doesn't usually sing in public, he owned that role, and he nailed his solos, and I was super proud of him. The girl who played Eponine had the best voice of the night (which kinda made me sad, because Fantine has the first big number in the show, and I didn't think too much of her voice, but she hit her notes, and that's what counts). The boy who played Valjean, though...wow. I think he was maybe the one kid who was super familiar with the musical, because he stuck to the style of the original musical when barely anyone else did. He's a talented kid, and I could have sworn I'd seen him in a movie somewhere, but oh well.
So this week was full of shenanigans - foiled desks, making knives, and watching Carl as Javert. (In one scene he had to take a couple of swings at Valjean with his billy club, and the moves he used were classic kenpo. In another scene, when he's disguising himself as a volunteer, he had to tie on a sash, and he did it the same way he ties on his belt for class. The little things are what count.)
Today is mother's day. It's weird - I've not been home for mother's day with my mother in a few years, but this is the first day I'm spending it with someone else's mother, and that's kind of weirding me out.
