And It's A Suede Purse, Too

Okay, I am done with work.

I have not left work yet, but I am done, and I am not going home because I am meeting my sibs for dinner, but I don't have to meet them for a couple of hours, so... there you go.

Since our beloved Caps fell in the first round and the Canadiens fell in the second, Joe and I have decided that we are rooting for the Red Wings to win the Stanley Cup. We cannot bring ourselves to root for the Penguins ("Fuck a Penguin!" as Joe likes to say) or the Flyers ("Fuck a Flyer!" as Joe like to say), and it is against our religion to root for any Dallas team at all ("Fu..." oh, never mind), so it's the Red Wings by default. At least they wear red, so we can still Rock the Red.

My right arm is freezing. The heating and cooling in this building is totally wacked-out and goofy, such that we were sweating and dozy in January. We asked for coolth. Now, of course, we are regretting this request, as cold air is blasting out of the... air-blaster things... and the steady wind is aimed directly at my right arm. I keep meaning to bring in a shawl or a sweater, but I keep forgetting to do it. So I end up sticking my hand under my left armpit, which warms it up slightly, but I cannot quite fit my forearm under there.

Last Monday the building engineer came around investigating the temperature, saying that someone had called in with a complaint that it was too cold. My cubemate and I, however, happily told him that no, it was fine; in fact, it was quite comfortable for a change.

And it was. On Monday. But it has gotten progressively chillier in here as the week has progressed, and now my arm is freezing and my neck is chilly. Yes, yes -- I could call in another complaint, if I were willing to swallow my pride and look like an idiot. Or I could bring in a sweater, or even just a sleeve! No, that's ridiculous. Okay. If it's still cold on Monday, I'll call. I promise.

I'm glad it's Friday. The rain seems to have slacked off and stopped for the nonce, after a wild night of thunder, high winds, and heavy rain. A bunch of us went to lunch in a steady, misty rain, the kind of rain that defies umbrellas and gets you anyway. It was nice -- we are a convivial group and we had quite a nice time, even though we old farts had to put the smackdown on the member of the group who was not yet born when several of us were in college. We ate on the partially enclosed outdoor patio, the overhead heaters spilling out divine warmth, and I put my purse on a dry spot on the concrete.

Except it wasn't dry. At all. I hate when that happens.

And now, it is time to go.

Comments

[TexasPeach]

I'm still rooting for the Flyers..they'd better get their butts back in gear or the Penguins are gonna kick them...and if by some chance they end up facing the Stars..I'll still choose the Flyers. We did last time they faced them in a playoff too. I just can't seem to cheer for any of the Dallas teams...guess since I was raised on Philly teams and you KNOW the Eagles/Cowboys rivalry..I just transferred that to all Dallas teams. Plus...since Scott always roots for Houston teams (he was born and then lived there for awhile) I've never had to worry about rooting for Dallas. GO FLYERS!