Tonight, about 9:50 p.m., I put on my snow boots, coat and gloves, pried a screaming Baby J off my leg, went outside, spent 15 minutes scraping and otherwise defrosting my car and then went to work at the university library, like I always do.
Except tonight, nobody bothered to tell me that the library was closing at 9 p.m.
I got no e-mails, no notices in my mailbox. Apparently, it was a last minute decision. I just wish they had deemed me important enough to tell since, you know, I WORK NIGHTS.
Probably, all the day people knew and it was just assumed that I would use my psychic powers to figure it out. But remember kids, the danger of assuming. It makes an ass out of u and Ming, and Ming knows fifteen ways to kill a man without leaving a mark, so it's a bad idea.
Now I'm annoyed. I was annoyed enough to finish cleaning the oven. And now I'm doing laundry and all my dirty dishes, so I must be hella pissed. Ugh.
Now I must go pack and clean and generally do things I hate doing. Most probably I will be putting Eddie Izzard on. Eddie is my packing buddy. I always watch him while I pack and putter around, putting things in order. If I'm in the kitchen then I put on one of my David Sedaris audio books and let the little man amuse me into a happier state of mind. Yes, transvestites and gay men keep me amused. They're like little gay transvestite prozacs.
Right. That was an odd thing to type. Well, this time I swear I'm leaving! Happy Turkey Day to all the Americans out there, everyone else, just carry on as usual.
