April 15, 2008

• Focused Impulses

  So I'm a little weird.  Okay, maybe a lot weird.  I was in a meeting and looked at my 2 weeks unshaven legs and said "I need to get my legs waxed."  Mind you, I haven't waxed my legs since I moved to DC.....too expensive when compared to what I paid in Tampa, but I knew I didn't want to shave (it's such a CHORE because I'm so nit-picky, not to mention the bumps and stuff....save it for the birdies) and I knew that I couldn't comfortably keep wearing pants much longer.  Remember, I'm still in a meeting and this is just racking my brain.  After the meeting (which lasted 1 1/2 hours), I went to the salon in the basement of the building and booked an appointment for this evening.  Impulsively focused.

  Sheesh....why can't I channel this energy towards work?

  MSP has put me in the dog house.  He bought tickets to see Chris Rock a while ago, after asking me if I wanted to see the show.  Of course.  I love when he plans things.  So the show is Sunday.  I have to go out of town for work on Sunday.  I'm gonna miss the show.  He planned the event and bought the tickets.  My boss asked me if I could leave out on Sunday instead of Monday.  I could have made my reservations to leave on Monday.  I forgot about the show.  I messed up.  It's all my fault, and I'm more upset at myself because I know how he is.  He won't take the initiative to plan future outings because this one fell through.   Le sigh.

  I'll be in the dog house for a while.  This, I've accepted.

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