July 2, 2004
Everything is a little easier on Friday, isn't it? Especially the Friday preceding a three-day
out of bed at 5:12 a.m. is easier. (Well. No it's not. But for the purposes of this
journal blurb, let's just pretend that it
is.) Finding something decent to wear is
easier. Getting your hair to cooperate is easier. Sticking to the diet is easier. Typing row
after row of teeny-tiny numbers into an Excel spreadsheet for
eight and a half hours is easier.
Even making nicey-nice with your co-workers is easier on a
"Got any exciting plans for the weekend?" asks The Main Nerdy
Geotech Guy. It is 10:17 a.m., and he
is already standing at the front desk signing himself
out for the rest of the day. It is a question I have been
asked 43,897,621 times already today ... a question
I will likely be asked another 43,897,621 times before the day is
over. It's the kind of question I hate the most -- it rates right up there with How was your weekend? and Are you
busy? -- mainly because
it just seems so disingenuous, especially when
it's coming from a co-worker.
you actually care about my weekend plans?,
I'm tempted to ask him. Do you want to hear that
I plan to be in my Happy Pants by 5:15 p.m. this afternoon, and that I plan to live in them,
basically, until 5:15 a.m. Tuesday morning? I'll change out
of them briefly while we go out to dinner with Graham and his new
girlfriend on Saturday night, and then again when we go watch Alameda's
adorably podunk Fourth of July parade on Sunday. But
otherwise, the Happy Pants are on to stay.
interested in hearing about my new laptop, and
about how I'm going to spend a big chunk of the
weekend transferring all of my programs and settings and
desktop frippery from the old computer to the new
one? Do you care that David and I are going to grocery shop
on Monday this weekend instead of Sunday, and that
we'll probably go to the groovy health food store on Park
Street instead of our usual Albertson's or Safeway, because
even though everything there costs an arm and a leg and another
arm -- and even though everybody who
works at the "health" food store looks like one of The
Walking Undead -- they carry the
only 100% whole wheat hamburger buns we've ever been able
to find in the Bay Area?
Do you have a deep
abiding need to know that I'm 43 pages into a decent gothic
horror novel ("The Ghost Writers"),15 pages into a self-help manual on
writers block ("Unstuck") and halfway through a book
of lovely Carolyn Knapp essays ("The Merry
Recluse") ... but that I STILL feel like I don't have enough to read?
any of this stuff matter to you? I mean really?
Or are you asking just so I'll ask you about YOUR
'exciting plans' for the weekend,
which -- and here you'll have to forgive me for
being rude, but it's been a hecka stressful week and
all of my *Charm Molecules* have been worn down into little
pointy stubs -- I actually don't give
four-sevenths of a crap about?
on Fridays, even the most curmudgeonly Office Curmudgeon (read this:
me) finds it a little easier to be nearly human.
don't know yet," I say to The Main Nerdy Geotech Guy
with a smile. "I'm thinking about just hanging out at
home with my husband all weekend. What about you?"
a great weekend, everybody.
got any exciting plans?
to throw a rock?