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April 14, 2000
I don't like taxes or marathons.
I'm in Hour 11 of an 11 1/2 hour work day, whee! I've been goofing off for a little while, so it's not too bad, right at the moment. But I'm very tired -- tired of sitting at this desk, tired of telling people over and over and over that we are out of most of the tax forms, and that no, I can't help them do their taxes, and no, they can't leave their tax stuff here for one of us to do for them (!) and no, I don't know when we'll begetting more forms. It's like this every April -- frantic people who have waited until the last minute to even think about their taxes, and don't know how to do them, and just want someone to make the whole thing go away. Feh.
I spent my lunch hour changing over the utilities to the new place, which was a lot less painless than I had expected. everyone was cheerful and pleasant -- the woman I spoke to at the cable company was obviously new, ad she was terribly happy about taking my call. When I told her I needed to disconnect my current service and get it hooked up again in the new place, she squealed "Oh, good! I need to practice that!" It turned out she couldn't do anything, because the people who are moving out of our new place still have their cable connected. But she was nice anyway.
I'm so looking forward to moving now. It's all been very easy so far -- I'm expecting a little black cloud of bad luck to appear and start zapping us at any given moment. I think all the bases are covered -- the truck rental has been confirmed twice, the utilities are all set, we have plenty of volunteers with strong backs (I hope -- anyone want to help? Just kidding... maybe...
Barry's feeling sickly today -- I'm hoping he feels better soon, because I really want to go wander around our new neighborhood this weekend. I have a paper to work on for school, but that will only involve going to the Everett Library and interviewing someone about their services for teenagers. Shouldn't take long. I have Monday off, because of the &$#@%&! Boston Marathon (I like the day off, but I hate the marathon -- more on that in a minute). I'll write the paper then, and after that, I have nothing to do for my class except show up.
And yes, I hate the Boston Marathon. I wouldn't, except I used to live in a dorm that was about six blocks from the finish line. Boston, in essence, shuts down completely for te marathon. You can't get anywhere, because so many streets are blocked off. The T and the sidewalks are a mob scene. I once spent over an hour just trying to cross the street so I could get to work -- I eventually ended up getting on the subway for a few stops, changing trains and going back the other way a few stops, then getting off, just so I could cross one street. I also got trapped in the Public Gardens -- I was trying to walk through them, and I got in fine, but then the Rent-A-Cops wouldn't let me use any of the gates to leave, including the one I had entered through. So I hold a grudge against the marathon. Don't get me wrong -- I have much admiration for the runners. I couldn't do that -- I couldn't walk 26.6 miles. I wouldn't even want to to it in a car. No way. But for crying out loud, all I want to do is get my stuff done! Is that too much to ask? (Because it IS all about me, after all.)
My favorite librarian just left for a cool new job. Today was her last day. I'm very sad, and I'm going to go say goodbye to her now...
Posted by Mary Ellen at April 14, 2000 10:34 PM