And speak my point of view, but it's not sane, it's not saa-aaane
Layne is getting interviewed for a job in Anoka, so I am holed up in a Caribou with his laptop for a while. Pretty sure I'm witnessing an internet first date like fifteen feet away from me, too. Not that I'm totally snoopy or anything!
They're pretty boring. Mostly I'm trying to drink my coffee slowly enough that I don't have to pee anytime soon, and wondering what Layne's pants looked like when he got to the restaurant. I put a slightly tacky but desperately needed hem on them with safety pins in the truck, when he was sitting down, because no way was I going to kneel in a parking lot to do it. There are just some things. I stayed up until two in the morning to bake a pie and repaired his long broken watch band for him, so I feel pretty justified in this. Feeling pretty smug about the watch band, actually! It's a metal link band and one of the pins had come out. I'd brought my tool kit along to do some stuff at his house, and for whatever reason I've had a spool of metal wire in there for ages and I've never used it for anything before. Turned out it was the perfect size to make a new pin. So basically I've had wire in that bag for five years just so I could someday fix my someday boyfriend's watch, and I didn't even know it. How cool am I!
I also rearranged his living room to accommodate a (future) dining area, cleaned his kitchen, dragged a junked couch out to his porch ALL BY MYSELF, put down a rug and a shelf in his back room, cleared junk off the porch and into the garage, and re-purposed the spare bedroom into an organized storage area. And put a light fixture back together that's been down for ages. And accidentally fixed his toilet. It all took me about twelve hours. It's ok to be impressed. I am, in fact, incredible.
Plus I pooped in the scary basement toilet!
Maaaaan. This isn't going to work. I'm going to have to pee. I'm fighting it, though.
They're pretty boring. Mostly I'm trying to drink my coffee slowly enough that I don't have to pee anytime soon, and wondering what Layne's pants looked like when he got to the restaurant. I put a slightly tacky but desperately needed hem on them with safety pins in the truck, when he was sitting down, because no way was I going to kneel in a parking lot to do it. There are just some things. I stayed up until two in the morning to bake a pie and repaired his long broken watch band for him, so I feel pretty justified in this. Feeling pretty smug about the watch band, actually! It's a metal link band and one of the pins had come out. I'd brought my tool kit along to do some stuff at his house, and for whatever reason I've had a spool of metal wire in there for ages and I've never used it for anything before. Turned out it was the perfect size to make a new pin. So basically I've had wire in that bag for five years just so I could someday fix my someday boyfriend's watch, and I didn't even know it. How cool am I!
I also rearranged his living room to accommodate a (future) dining area, cleaned his kitchen, dragged a junked couch out to his porch ALL BY MYSELF, put down a rug and a shelf in his back room, cleared junk off the porch and into the garage, and re-purposed the spare bedroom into an organized storage area. And put a light fixture back together that's been down for ages. And accidentally fixed his toilet. It all took me about twelve hours. It's ok to be impressed. I am, in fact, incredible.
Plus I pooped in the scary basement toilet!
Maaaaan. This isn't going to work. I'm going to have to pee. I'm fighting it, though.
Internet date people report: still super boring!
So after half a year of unemployment, I finally landed myself a job: Kwik Trip. I'm not gonna lie. I am not excited about this at all. But the pay is pretty good, the location is really hard to argue with in terms of convenience, and...I, uh...I'm trying to think of a third good thing, but I guess those two are all I've got. They're good good things, at least. I start on Thursday.
I give up. I have to pee.
posted by Betsi at 11:01 AM
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