my LORD, it is hot out here. currently, my face is dripping with sweat. i've never been a dripper, honestly. all my life i have done nothing but glisten, even in the sauna. but today? today, antiperspirant is merely a euphemism for "well, at least my sweaty pits don't smell like crayons".
at sunset, as i type from the patio, beer by my side, it is still 99 degrees outside. (feel free to convert that into 30something degrees celsius, you brits...) my car nearly overheated as i drove myself over to urban outfitters to partake of their massive sale. thankfully, we made it. for i was able to buy a fantastic pair of new sneakers for $10. that's right, folks: diez dolares.
i will be officially styling when my feet touch ground in nashville. because i am cool. my shoes say so.
meanwhile, have i mentioned that i am perspiring like drippy men at the gym? and i'm just sitting here, imbibing carbs and alcohol.
another thing about the climate: desperate mosquitos. one just landed on the citronella candle. what does that tell you about our culture?
you can decide.
and locusts. locusts? in june? where am i? back in erie, pa, the sound of singing locusts meant one thing: back to school sales at penney's. in texas, here they are, summoning the hot hot summer ahead.
i cannot express the joy i felt while studying the weekend forecast for nashville. it's not supposed to be warmer than 90, and there is a chance for rain. thunderstorms even. scattered ones. here in texas, we have not seen a drop of rain in 30 days.
i just realized that i get to be away from work for FOUR whole days. that's right boys and girls; i am on a minibreak. and believe me, it is well-deserved. this week proved to be the most problematic (thus far) in all the years i've been a working girl. i won't go into details, but this gist is this: i got stuck in the middle of political bullshit, and it was not pretty. it was a form of he-said-she-said-no-one-told-me sabotage.
i am, by nature, non-confrontational. when it comes to making waves, i tend to float quietly along until the storm subsides. however, in this particular instance, i was not at fault. and wagging fingers pointed at me. so. i called a meeting with my supervisor and a mediator yesterday. i dealt with the issue "professionally". i stood up for myself, and made known my feelings quite plainly. and the waters have calmed, because i told them to.
ok, i did cry in the meeting, but only because it was emotionally charged, and we were three women in a small office, with a bowl of hershey's kisses between us, and i thought it inappropriate to touch them in the midst of our heated "dialogue".
anyway. today, i feel more assertive. empowered. and whatever the political outcome may be, i know that i stood tall for myself.
so there.
now, i am going to pack, while parading around in my new shoes.
amen.
Posted by bananie at June 30, 2005 7:15 PM | TrackBack