Writing from the Farty Chair.
…The “Importance of Being Earnest” soundtrack is in the background…cuz it’s fun, and strangely eclectic…purchased off Amazon MP3 app for the purpose of inspiring hair creations yesterday.
The costumer requested I arrive with something quasi-styled so as to play with the hat placements during my fitting.
…The California Cousin and his lady have just vanished with Ma, back to her house, and I’ve time for a quick write-up before bed.
Random associations of the day, coming back to me.
…What to write about?
California Cousins grow up from kiddom, and become super interesting, intelligent human beings. Even in our family.
…Had that one customer who talks to you like they were the dictator of a small third-world nation, whom you have just been annexed in with via “you work for me now” association. I let them have their five minutes of glory…and by “let them have” I mean, “continuously reiterated the requirements for product prep with zero lee-way as to how much extra free work we were planning on doing for her.” The call itself (I’ve been told) lasted another 48 minutes. I wasn’t there at the time, as I had evilly put her on hold and passed her onto the WHS Pimp for “materials and hardware spec” info.
It was mean.
I know.
…And he had even just bought me coffee and everything.
…Which just shows you the kind of people we are, I suppose. I am the one who would buy or bribe their way onto the lifeboat, and He is the one who would probl’y go down with the ship, in honor of the “women and children” rule.
You know what, we’ve already discussed how he’s a better person than me, and I don’t think it’s kosher for you to just always bring it up, every time I do the tiniest slightly dickish thing!
…I prob’ly owe him some beer or something…
Cleaned house after work.
…Gave Daphne and Niles a much-needed bath, and cleaned up the kitchen. New smelly thing plugged into the wall, accidentally set on ballistic level and left there to try and counteract the mass-chemical-cleaning smell.
It worked.
Sort of.
…Even though my nose hairs are still kinda tingling from the residual warring battle.
Windows all closed up since the last storm.
Heater back on again.
A bit of a bummer, actually.
…Also, Harriet had just finally gotten all the bird poop washed off of her before it all began. In keeping with every car-owner fate, ever.
Off book for the second tea scene.
…Three more to go.
Rehearsal tomorrow and Friday, then off for the weekend.
…Must remember to buy more TP.
…And milk.
I may have had one 20 oz black coffee too many, today. While it helped with the sheer exhaustion and general anxiety pit-of-despair I had worked myself into the evening before, I don’t think it’ll be so great at this particular point.
…Or maybe I’ll be passed out within 50 seconds of my head hitting the pillow.
…It is almost impossible to know.
I am, however, willing to undertake the experiment, and give it a shot.
Night, all.
~D
