Really, it's all I want right now, having again been reacquainted with the provincialism of American culture and the fact that NO ONE outside the U.S. gives a whit about this being Independence Day.
So, it's been another work day for me, except for the parade down Main Street this morning, which was really cool because of all of the classic cars and all of the new electric vehicles that were included this year. Julian and I went down the hill to watch while Roy got to sleep in this morning.
But other than that fun time at the parade, I'm just a grump today. Funny how old 27 can feel when I've worked for nine days and nights straight without a rest on new clients and a server overhaul. My next day off won't be until next Saturday. People might just die if they come at me the wrong way between now and then.
Like that poor fellow at the Del Taco the other night. Late night taco run for me, for nacho fries and a cherry coke. All very bad, bad, bad stuff sure to go right to my hips and my complexion but oh such good comfort food when one is tired and harried and feeling put upon.
I saw the guy who was about to hit on me from 20 yards away, grinning and leering and swaggering his way across the otherwise empty parking lot toward me. He got within 15 yards, then was hit with such a sonic salvo from me that he literally seemed to stagger.
"I've got a stupid conference call from Denmark in three hours, where it is LUNCHTIME. You are about to interrupt my nacho fries within that thin window of time before the Velveeta turns from a hot and wonderful treat to a solid, inedible sludge, and I am NOT IN THE MOOD!!!!!"
He backed away as if he had surprised the wrong undercover cop and slunk off into the night. Smart boy.
When I have no down time from work, the slightest things set me off, but at least I don't take it out on Julian and Roy. They are now happily on their way to a relative's house for a proper Fourth of July, not a working one like mine: barbecue, fireworks, and even a pony.
Me? The house is blissfully quiet right now. I have a window of about five hours before I have to check the servers to see if my overhaul worked. Ordinarily, I'd hop on City of Heroes or World of Warcraft, but I am spent. I'll start playing again next Saturday at the latest. It's even possible that this brief flurry of business activity will conclude a couple of days early, and I can give myself a four-day weekend. Oh...My...God that would be sooooo nice.
My phone is quiet, finally. Blew off my nice mechanic who wanted to change the tires on my car this afternoon because they need replacing. He at least makes an effort to not constantly stare at my legs when I am there. More importantly, he's an honest and great mechanic, but I just can't do anything this afternoon. Too tired. Too irritable.
So, I'm running myself a bath, thinking about what lovely thing I'm going to put into the water to make it luxurious...maybe just the eucalyptus oil. Lots of that. Steaming hot bath on this unusually chilly day in L.A. Yes... Reading The Far Pavilions by M.M. Kaye for awhile and feeling those amazing jacuzzi jets.
I will post parade photos later. Hope to see you all soon, game wise or real life wise, in about a week, maybe less.
Until then, remember one important thing. Never ever interrupt a redhead on a late night nacho fries run. You could die.
