I'll start:
*Not. Here.
Not definitive enough? How about this one:
*Anywhere but here.
Ok, fine. It's a cheap shot, I get it.
*Anywhere on Earth but here.
Final Answer.
Can you tell my day was rough?
It started out fine, well, fine for Macau. Grey, foggy/smoggy (the two are interchangeable when you live in this part of Asia.), drizzly. I left my work pass upstairs and had to go back up to get it. Made the bus. Point for me
Go to work, passed out cookies I made so that I wouldn't eat them. Healthy living (Lent) started yesterday and what do I do? Naturally, I bake cookies. Sometimes I confuse even myself, so don't feel obligated to attempt to understand my reasoning. You are not alone.
And then, it was all down hill from there. I ran through daily checks (where I travel the building from B4 to L8 - a long way - looking for flaws in our system) setting a new record for speed, turned over my laundry on L2, and then changed for yoga. Went through an hour of torturing myself because I have to put a bathing suit on in two weeks before going back upstairs only to be tortured some more by soldering LEDs all day.
Now, normally this wouldn't be a problem, because I do like to solder...except for that time I was soldering and I lit my hair on fire with the soldering iron...
That was not fun.
But today, it kept spitting impurities at me and landing on my arms and then I flicked hot solder on my face because I solder like I paint: messy. Anyone who's worked with me at Totem Pole knows I am one of the messiest painters ever. Love it. Make a mess, though. So after flicking solder on myself Monday doing the same task, except that time it landed on my jeans, burned my leg through the denim (without burning the denim, I might add) before blistering the finger it stuck to when I attempted to brush it off...
Yeah, I know. About as brilliant as the time I tried to straighten a lamp plug with my tooth and chipped it. Disclaimer: I was NOT a professional electrician at the time. I use pliers now... NOT my very very expensive teeth.
My day just never stopped. Stripping cables, soldering, crimping, LEDs, cleaning, organizing, consolidating, redistributing... This project is either going to be my greatest triumph or my most heartbreaking defeat. For all our sakes, I hope it's the former, rather than the latter.
Then all of the sudden, it's time to go home and I want a beer. So I come home, drop my laundry in my room in my newly cleaned apartment (cleaner comes on Thursdays), put on my LSU polka dotted flip flops that I love and head out the door towards the pub. Halfway there, my flip flop breaks. I am, of course, pissed because this is not the first time I have put on flip flops here in China and had them break on me, no where near my house so that I have to limp back to my apartment to get new shoes, hoping the Chinese are not noticing me the entire time.
I make it home, put new shoes on, get to the pub in one piece and chat with some friends, then the new manager of the pub (who's a DICK - sorry for the language Mom, but he definitely is JUST that) lies to me about whether my favorite manager is there. AFTER he looks at me like I'm mental because I wanted mashed potatoes with cheese on top, not the fake cheese dip, a slice of cheese melted on top. Look, you jerk, this is my pub, this is what I eat at my pub, YOU are new, and I do not like you because you tried to talk to Erin and me during football games on the TV. Like an idiot. And also because you dress like a sleazy car salesman from the 70s. SO. If I've seen Ary there, don't lie to me about her being there. That just makes me dislike you even more.
But now I'm safe inside my apartment and I'm going to go to sleep. Because the only thing to do with a tough day is sleep it off and start over in the morning.
ALL SMILES!
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