Random Thoughts

I have walked to the kitchen 4 times in the last half-hour in the hopes that the meeting in the conference room next to it would be over so I could get some crackers.
Want.
Crackers.
NOW!

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A lady told me this morning that I, "looked ready for the rainy day!" Ummm... Yes, I'm wearing rain boots? Thank... you? Commentpliment, I think.

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Mr. Perfect told me today that the reason I haven't written anything since Saturday is because that is the day he left for a work trip. And I was all, "yeah! I'm the guy... with the hair.. you know.." Apparently I went mildly stupid in addition to creatively challenged.

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My only contribution to Shane's roundup of actors that have made poor career decisions was Jessie Spano.

That's correct, not Elizabeth Berkley, but Jessie Spano.

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Yesterday morning on the metro, I thought we were stopped at the station so I let go of the rail I was holding above my head. Then this lady got up from her seat and was yelling back at some guy asking if he wanted his seat back (wha?? there are no seatbacks on Metro) when I turned my head to see who she was yelling at (nosy) the car moved forward. I flew back about 4 feet. Three people caught me and kept me from hitting the floor. They were super nice about it. It was still mega awkward. I did some sort of half yodel-half yelp. Next time you talk to me, I'll demo it.

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Speaking of the metro - I have this really awkward (daily) situation. I have a relatively short metro ride - 5 stops on 1 line. Simple. The only problem happens at the stop before my stop. Rosslyn is the last stop in the Commonwealth (that's right, I live in a Commonwealth bitches!!! And I have no clue what that means) of Virginia. A lot of people get off. The whole last stop in VA thing has nothing to do with everyone getting off, I just included it because I hear it twice a day when the Metro conductor announces it. And why? Is someone going to suddenly think, OMG! I MUST STAY IN VIRGINIA! and leap off the train? No.
Anyway. Rosslyn.
A lot of people get off.
Then a lot of people get on.
The next stop, Foggy Bottom, is my stop.

The awkwardness: I don't want to take a seat for one stop, and I feel like a major ass if I try to get closer to the door/main open area, but at the same time when I move to the middle of the car to accommodate the boarding passengers, I know that in like 1.2 minutes I will have to maneuver my way right back around them.

There's really no solution to this situation.

At least I've stopped squeezing between one of the poles and the handicap seating, which would land me essentially in someone's lap for a hot minute.

Ohhh Metro.