I went to sleep last night with butterflies in my stomach. Nervous excitement about the day ahead, and such. I just imagine the robot out of Lost In Space (not that I ever watched the show, but I remember clips of the robot) saying 'warning, warning' - I usually run away from situations that include butterflies, and even more so when workmates are involved, but we will see how this one runs for at least the time being.
Is there such a word as trichotomy (as opposed to dichotomy?), because if there is it could describe my day today. Before heading to work today, I was talking - well, ranting - to one woman about the injustice of an innocent man being shot in London, thinking of another as I put one of the CDs she burned into my discman, and thinking of a third and how I would word the email I would send to her. Bad bad Pauly. Those damned butterflies LOL.
Got on the train to work, had a horrid flash to thinking about a guy being shot in the head in front of me (for some reason much easier to imagine that than the whole suicide bomb thing), and clicked on the Michael Buble CD. And was suddenly transported into a smooth smooth world, music to woo and err do other stuff to, I bet he gets all the girls - and in interviews he just seems to be the class clown, and a good Canucks supporter (hockey is back, yay). There is an interview with him on one of the Saturday morning music shows next week, hmm getting my Medicare card or watching Mr Buble, not a tough call to make LOL.
'Thank you...
...for an enjoyable night on Friday - most fun I have had going out in months. Just thought I would send a quick note of appreciation.
Next time I will wear my party clothes (as opposed to the pipe, slippers and newspaper fancy dress I was obviously doing) and have more money to hand - in case of cab home instead of depending on the trains. Of course, if there is a next time...
I hope you enjoyed yourself as well :)'
And I don't mind telling you there was a lot of thought that went into that short message. Many brain cells died for that faux relaxed casual angle LOL. Lots of nerves to actually hit the send button, and many nails bitten (figuratively) waiting for some response back.
Which came exactly thirty five minutes later. I won't write exactly what she said, but she apologised for making fun of my dress sense (not at all, not at all, I was horrified by the grey jumper myself, and wondering whether I could just leave it somewhere - lol, maybe if it wasn't partial cover to my icky olive pants LOL), and that she had fun, and that she was sure we would do it again. And I may not have been able to stop smiling since LOL.
She came over later in the day, on a trip to the kitchen, which is in my direction, and said hi, with a big smile on her face (although mine may have been bigger) and that she was disappointed we had lost the others, and put her hand on my back. Now, if you remember back to earlier entries, actual touch is a rare thing for me, and err can sear itself in my head (in a good way), and this woman freely gives it out - it wasn't a back rub so much as a lingering pat on the back but it was another Moment. And I completely forgot to say that losing the others was a good part of the evening - which may have been a good thing, not admitting that.
Combined with music by Buble, and the buzz of turning a customer who 'had complained to the Fair Trading Office', whom I was able to calm down, assist, and resolve her issue, and my greater patience for crap customers in general, the day flew by in a happy cloud. I was humming a Buble tune when getting dinner tonight, and my mother asked why I was in such a happy mood - eek, was it that obvious LOL.
More flashbacks to Friday - extra songs at Belushi's have come back to me, Put Your Ass Into It by Ice-T, and Trick Me by Kelis. That latter song I remember a Guardian reviewer about ten best songs to err have sex to or something, Trick Me is one of the few songs that actually sounds like the act - or maybe my memory has warped that article's take on the song perhaps LOL.
And also the visions of silver, strappy, spangly shoes with an inch and a half heel and the feet in almost plain view. I remember looking at her shoes a few times during the latter part of the night. Lopsided grin here again.
Pauly
Is there such a word as trichotomy (as opposed to dichotomy?), because if there is it could describe my day today. Before heading to work today, I was talking - well, ranting - to one woman about the injustice of an innocent man being shot in London, thinking of another as I put one of the CDs she burned into my discman, and thinking of a third and how I would word the email I would send to her. Bad bad Pauly. Those damned butterflies LOL.
Got on the train to work, had a horrid flash to thinking about a guy being shot in the head in front of me (for some reason much easier to imagine that than the whole suicide bomb thing), and clicked on the Michael Buble CD. And was suddenly transported into a smooth smooth world, music to woo and err do other stuff to, I bet he gets all the girls - and in interviews he just seems to be the class clown, and a good Canucks supporter (hockey is back, yay). There is an interview with him on one of the Saturday morning music shows next week, hmm getting my Medicare card or watching Mr Buble, not a tough call to make LOL.
'Thank you...
...for an enjoyable night on Friday - most fun I have had going out in months. Just thought I would send a quick note of appreciation.
Next time I will wear my party clothes (as opposed to the pipe, slippers and newspaper fancy dress I was obviously doing) and have more money to hand - in case of cab home instead of depending on the trains. Of course, if there is a next time...
I hope you enjoyed yourself as well :)'
And I don't mind telling you there was a lot of thought that went into that short message. Many brain cells died for that faux relaxed casual angle LOL. Lots of nerves to actually hit the send button, and many nails bitten (figuratively) waiting for some response back.
Which came exactly thirty five minutes later. I won't write exactly what she said, but she apologised for making fun of my dress sense (not at all, not at all, I was horrified by the grey jumper myself, and wondering whether I could just leave it somewhere - lol, maybe if it wasn't partial cover to my icky olive pants LOL), and that she had fun, and that she was sure we would do it again. And I may not have been able to stop smiling since LOL.
She came over later in the day, on a trip to the kitchen, which is in my direction, and said hi, with a big smile on her face (although mine may have been bigger) and that she was disappointed we had lost the others, and put her hand on my back. Now, if you remember back to earlier entries, actual touch is a rare thing for me, and err can sear itself in my head (in a good way), and this woman freely gives it out - it wasn't a back rub so much as a lingering pat on the back but it was another Moment. And I completely forgot to say that losing the others was a good part of the evening - which may have been a good thing, not admitting that.
Combined with music by Buble, and the buzz of turning a customer who 'had complained to the Fair Trading Office', whom I was able to calm down, assist, and resolve her issue, and my greater patience for crap customers in general, the day flew by in a happy cloud. I was humming a Buble tune when getting dinner tonight, and my mother asked why I was in such a happy mood - eek, was it that obvious LOL.
More flashbacks to Friday - extra songs at Belushi's have come back to me, Put Your Ass Into It by Ice-T, and Trick Me by Kelis. That latter song I remember a Guardian reviewer about ten best songs to err have sex to or something, Trick Me is one of the few songs that actually sounds like the act - or maybe my memory has warped that article's take on the song perhaps LOL.
And also the visions of silver, strappy, spangly shoes with an inch and a half heel and the feet in almost plain view. I remember looking at her shoes a few times during the latter part of the night. Lopsided grin here again.
Pauly
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