Close Call

Well, so much for my accident-free discount on my car insurance. 

As I was turning from Foothill onto my street, this kid came up the hill behind me, going too fast and not paying attention, didn't see me stopped with my turn signal on, and swerved to the left to pass me since there's a concrete bridge abutment to the right.  Too bad he passed me just as I was turning. 

Actually, the damage to my car is really minimal, just some missing paint and slight body damage on the driver's fender.  It could have been so much worse, which I didn't even realize until I was talking to my dad about it.  If had started turning just a millisecond sooner, he would have t-boned me and probably killed me.  A very sobering thought, since I'm kind of attached to living and life and everything.  And a reminder of how much God watches over us.  And if I hadn't been turning, it would have been because there would have been a car coming, and he would have hit them head on.  So really, I got off easy.

After we did the info exchange and I called in the accident (stupid me, could have avoided the insurance up completely!), the guy went to get in his car.... and found he had locked his keys in the car.  And his cell phone.  So I gave him a ride to a friend's house.  After all, neither of us were dead and it was a beautiful day!

My Ex-Boyfriend's Family

So, how many of you kinda cringed or something when you read that?  Because, hee!!!  It is so much fun to fling that phrase around.  Seriously, the reactions I get from people are hilarious!  When Joel first broke up with me someone asked his parents something about still talking to me and their response was a rather incredulous "HE broke up with her, not us!!"  I'm having dinner over at their house tonight with my parents, and rumor has it (I accidentally made Mom tip her hand) that Dad made dessert.  And once I get my dictionary (and drop my violin off, which has been in the trunk since Sunday.  Doh!), there will be Scrabble.  This isn't all to say that there haven't been some awkward moments (specifically those involving the new-now-ex-girlfriend) but since I've been friends with that family for about eight or more years now, it does seem a little like chucking the baby out with the bath water for us to quit speaking to each other. 

Ohhhhhh yes, and, a quick reminder: Friends do not let friends clap between the movements of symphonies at a concert.  Just so you know.  Because at Britt this last weekend....  oh heavens.  And I got a drunken, bottle-blonde divorcee ghost-conducting while lying on her back for one concert!  Free entertainment!  She and her cohort left during intermission (before the best part of the concert, I would like to add), which is probably a good thing, because if she continued to clap between every movement, there could have been violence.  A noob is allowed two movements; clapping after the third marks you as an unmitigated boob.  And prolonged clapping when everyone else obviously isn't?  Inexcusable (for the second post in a row.  I rock!).  Anyway, I'm taking off, gonna get the Baby out of the trunk and into the house, grab the dictionary and go eat pizza.  With my ex-boyfriend's family.  Hee!

Signs that you probably aren't going to bond

At the staffing agency, we often received forwards from friends, family, whatever that were sent on to others in the office.  One day we were comparing favorite forwards and I showed my co-workers this, a clip that has always cracked me up to a ridiculous degree:

Really, the Numa Numa Guy has always embodied, for me, that certain quality, that je ne sais quoi, okay, the same thing that makes me dance in the car and makes faces out my windows at night.  And that makes me happy.

So, I showed this to my office mates and instead of gales of laughter (please, the eyebrow raise?  Ridiculously funny!) I got "some fat guy who was so nerdy he recorded himself dancing using his webcam?  Please!" 

.........

I should have known sooner, due to the post-luncheon "look at my new shoes!!" discussions and inability to keep necklines within six inches of collarbones, but I do believe it was at this point in our relationship that I really understood that we were never going to click.  At all.  Ever. 

To reduce the Numa Numa Guy to a nerdy fat guy was inexcusable.  Honestly, I think the Numa Numa Guy is probably way more interesting than certain of my co-workers.  By far.  To take what was obviously meant to be fun and jeer was inexcusable.  Numa Numa Guy, I think you rock.

PS  You know, I'm really not sure where this blog came from.....  I was trolling YouTube and for some reason decided to look him up and.... well, I remembered.  It's one of those things where the differing points of view can really signal a fundamental difference.  Not so much that they didn't like it, but how they criticized it.

The Only Living Boy In New York

Yeah, I know, I've already posted today. 

However....

Post title is also song title of a Simon & Garfunkel song and totally describes how I feel in this office!!!!  Seriously, am I the only person capable of answering a phone???  Even while doing something else, which, apparently, no one else can do?!?!?!?!? 

I should state very clearly that I do not include Becky in this rant.  She is very good about answering phones.  This rant comes from an entire week during which I multi-tasked and watched movies off YouTube while doing my work (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) so I could avoid listening to the idiotic things my co-workers say (i.e. jokes about pre-choked chicken.  So classy.  And such lovely lawsuit potential if I were someone else.) while certain people  sat around playing solitaire, which is okay since, after all, the office girl is watching movies (while getting her work done), and hey!  Why should they have to answer phones while playing solitaire?

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!

*deep breathing exercises*

So, yes, dear readers, is it as I fear?  Am I the only living person left in this office?  Okay, yes, this is a tad irate and irrational.... and perhaps not entirely true, minus the solitaire part.  And the inability of other people to answer phones.  But still!  Makes me long for the days when my rants were about things like inappropriate behavior in the computer lab.

Lack of Connection

I have no Internet at home.  None.  My wireless router connects beautifully, clear signal and....... nothing.  Bry came over and spent a couple of hours twiggling toggles and searching through gibberish but the answer seems to be that there is something wrong with the wireless router and it's not getting the Internet to me.  My landlords' computer is working fine and I don't want to make them feel like they need to get a new router just for me, especially since I don't have to pay for access, and I don't have the spare change to go buy a new one right now.  All this to basically say, I know I haven't posted in a while, partly because the periods of air-gazing required for good posts makes me feel guilty when I do it at work and partly because there hasn't been all that much wildly exciting going on in my life lately.