KILL KILL KILL!

This day began with a note of farce. I called up some agency in Jersey, asking why they still hadn't faxed me the information I'd requested. The guy fumbled around for a bit, left twice, and finally told me that they happened to be in the process of sending it to me at that very moment. In fact, they were simply waiting for confirmation that it went through. So I waited with him, in absolute silence, until he got the green, then headed toward the fax machine. I was called back by a phone call. It was a co-worker telling me to come pick up a fax that had just come through.

I'd rather be working, but if I don't tie up loose ends before leaving for my trip next weekend, they're sure to bite me in the ass. Ten glorious days in Sodom on the Sea! Part of me can hardly wait, part of me regrets having to leave Chicago at its most beautiful. The honey locusts outside my window are just starting to turn. Ever since I first viewed the apartment, I've been waiting for the day when I wake up surrounded by a field of golden leaves. Now when that day comes, I may wake up instead in a duplex in a land that knows no fall, only wet season and dry season. Le sigh!

Feierabend kommt nie vorzeitig!

Let me just tell you that the dildoheads in NJ are nothing compared to the PIGFUCKERS in Aurora. If all goes well, I shall wash my hands of every one of them tomorrow and all will be fine and dandy but I can't say it will because then I'll be jinxing myself to more trouble on the eve of my departure, so 'nuff said already.

Exhale.

A lot of running around today. A dear friend stopped by with a work-relating question and just could not understand my reply, not matter how many different ways I tried to phrase it. Despite my best attempts to conceal it, my exasperation became apparent and she, I'm afraid, may have taken that personally. After a bit, I got the feeling that she was pretending to understand just to get away from the raving beast in the overheated cubicle. In other words, a bad scene. I went by to apologise about an hour ago, but she wasn't around, so I went aside, found a striking fallen sugar maple leaf, and wrote "I'm sorry" on it. Hope she understands.

On the other hand, Bumiputeri (who I've referred to in the past by another Malay name, which I've fortunately forgotten because she later told me it was bad Malay) dropped off a birthday/housewarming gift before I even got here, but I waited until she was around to open it. A very useful Analon stir-fry pan and a hideous set of ice cream spoons. Hurrah! I have my first tacky housewarming gift that I nevertheless have to hold on to and remember to display prominently when the giver comes for a visit. Now I know I've arrived!

I hardly remember the afternoon--a blur of demands from superiors, students, and everyone in between. And I still have to do laundry and make calls and tidy up my bedroom before I can sleep tonight. Such is the lot of the independent bourgeois male of moderate means!