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March 09, 2004
strange dreams again
i woke up this morning having had another one of those strange dreams that have bothered me all day.
this time, i was going to a huge party. i arrived at a huge warehouse, and got somewhat lost trying to find loft #60. i wandered up and down through a strange maze of stairs. some of them you could go up, but not down. and vice versa. there were maps on the wall like you would see in a mall, except you had to push a button to light up the indicators, and for some reason you had to manually enter where you were with only had a few moments before it went dark again. which was confusing, because i didn't know where the hell i was. i'd look at the map, light it up to see the numbers, then quickly glance around to see which loft numbers were near me. by the time i reached out to enter the number, it went dark. i did this several times before i finally was able to briefly see where i was in relation to loft #60.
i finally made my way to the correct door, and went in. it was a loud party with hundreds of people. there were a few people from work. some old friends i hadn't seen in years and years. a couple of distant family members, and colin farrell. which was weird.
so i'm walking around, talking to people then suddenly the lights flicker on and off, the party's over. the loft immediately empties out and the only two people left in the room are myself and an old boss of mine from years ago. he was my career mentor, but i haven't spoken to him in years.
we look at each other and automatically walk together down to my car saying nothing. my car is a datsun B210, which was my very first car inherited from my grandmother when i was sixteen years old. for some reason he doesn't have his car, and in my dream there are apparently no cabs to call.
we drive down the road, come to the stoplight and i put my blinker on to turn left. all signs indicate that this is okay to do, there's even a left arrow that turns green. but as i turn left on to the road, it quickly becomes clear that it's a one-way street, and i'm driving the wrong way. so i maneuver over into the shoulder, but there's no immediate opportunity to turn off the road. it doesn't occur to me to just turn my car around and drive the correct direction.
i finally get to a place where i can turn left onto a road driving the correct way, and i do. there's a big island in the middle of the road and a curb that drops off on the right hand side of the road. i finally find the exit i need to take my ex-boss home, and it's on the other side of the island. there's no place to turn left. i drive slowly hopefully finding a place to make a u-turn, and i can't keep the car on the road, i keep dropping the tires off the curb to the right and it's a serious struggle to keep the car straight. there's nothing wrong with the car, i just can't seem to drive properly.
i finally arrive at a rotary where i can make my way the other direction, but by this time i'm so frustrated, i gripping the wheel with white-knuckles and cursing at the horribly designed roads, lecturing the absent highway planner about how it's impossible for me to find my way to where i want to be. then i remember how hard it was to find loft #60 and i start bitching about that, how not only could i not figure out where i was going, but i couldn't figure out where the hell i was, for crying out loud.
finally my ex-boss who's been smugly silent until this point, turns and looks at me, and says, "it's your responsibility to know where you are and where you are going, and no one gives a rat's ass how hard it is for you to figure it out. but either way, at least keep the goddamn car on the road."
this has bothered me all day.
Posted by heidijanet at 03:15 PM | Comments (3) | TrackBack
March 02, 2004
dressed up
i got dressed up for the first time in a long time, finally had a chance to throw on the little black dress and a pair of low heels for a benefit for my roommate's work.
the best part of the night was convincing val into her first pair of grown up charles david heels to go with her new dress. unfortunately, being a dirl who never wears heels, they nearly killed her. she still managed to dance up a storm in her bare feet.
i felt partially responsible as i suspect i was vicariously living through her ability to wear 3-inch heels. i have a pair of charles david croc stilettos, that even though i can't walk in them...i like just seeing them in the closet and remembering how much i loved wearing them. *sniff*
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i'm not guilty...i'm too damn smart!
okay, so let me get this straight, martha stewart cannot possibly be guilty of insider trading because she's too smart to have not gotten her story straight with her broker?
help me out here. the legal tactic being employed suggests that because she is so smart if she were really guilty, then the story concocted between her and her broker would have been so airtight that...well, she never would have been convicted in the first place?
this is despite the fact that two witnesses confirm that the conversation took place to dump the shares at $60, that emails were changed to cover up the details before investigators arrived at her office, and the broker's assistant ordered to tip off stewart has pleaded guilty to the offense himself.
clearly someone has an extraordinarily overblown sense of their own intelligence. or, more likely, assumes everyone else is extraordinarily stupid.
because a well-thrown dinner party with mini-quiches, salt butlers and matching outdoor furniture is clearly the mark of genius.
i'll bet she came up with this brilliant defense herself.
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