For all you "affluent" types out there who make oodles of money I have a bit of real world information that you should really take into consideration.

Never, EVER, as a clerical assistant if they enjoy their job. ESPECIALLY if you know they are a college graduate.

I mean, what the hell do you say? "It's the only reason I wake up each morning: to come into a freezing cold office to serve you?" WTF? Oy. It's hard lying through your teeth to come up with a polite answer.



On another note, don't you hate waking up and not being able to finish a perfect dream? Everything seemed to be happening like it should, even though it was a weird dream where I was pursuing something that seemed endless. Whoa. I think I just had a realization. Dammit! I hate having psychic dreams, especially ones that seem perfect, just as you want things to be in your real life, but turns out it's trying to tell you something completely different. Argh. Well, in case you were wondering, I have psychic dreams, usually one that shows me exactly what happens every two years and symbolic ones that happen every couple of months. It's hard to believe, I know, but to tell the truth, I don't care for them. If you know me well enough, you know why.

Little Old Man on a Big Old Bike

I was driving into my complex this evening and saw a little old man walking around with his cane. I saw a little kitty run behind him. Then as I was turning the corner, I saw a parked speed bike without an occupant and running. At first I thought, well what if someone were to take off with it and its owner wasn't around. Then I supposed well, I guess they would have to know how to drive it. Then I thought how funny it would be if that little old man with his cane took off on some young rascal's speed bike. Kitty in tow.

Week's going ok. Lots of Christmas parties going on this weekend. I'm invited to three already. We'll see how many I make. Some EXCITING news came my way very early this morning. I went to my first PT session and my PT said, or rather ordered me to get rid of my straight leg brace so I could start walking around. He said I was already behind on ironing out the scar tissue so I had better get on it. That means PT 3 times a week. It's a love hate relationship, I can already tell. He gave me a rubdown on my leg that I could have punched him in the nose for. But after just 5-10 minutes of that stuff, my muscular motion increased by over 10 degrees. I was pretty amazed. He says we'll have a speedy recovery since I'm so motivated. I think it's cause he knows what he's doing.

You know, I didn't even think about Christmas cards or Christmas shopping until yesterday when I decided to help out with the charity thing we're doing at work. I bought this little girl with Safe Place some jeans and a CD. Then I was like...crap! I haven't bought a damn thing for my friends or family! SO I guess I better get on it. 10 days! Have a good rest of the week.

This past week felt uneventful, but it was more eventful than i thought. Wednesday I saw Blade: Trinity with James, Friday I tried to go see The Polar Express at the iMax, but they were sold out so I had coffee and dinner with Kristy and Issa. I went home on Saturday for my sister's birthday. We went to see the Nutcracker performed by the Houston ballet. It was good, as well as the music, and I actually got to see a pro ballerina fall down. Yep, she'll never work in that town again. The harsh realities of professional ballet. I drove home today then called Roberto to help me go buy a card table and set up the computer Larry gave me. Minus a Mac keyboard. Doh. So I may be crippled for the time being, but I guess I just can't let myself do nothing. Stupid self! Oh well. That is all.