Not my brightest day
Jul. 9th, 2002 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenSo I went out to the library and I walk because it's basically three blocks away (long city blocks, but still 3 blocks). My unemployment check came today too so I bring that along to deposit in the atm.
I do a quick call to my mom to share in the dorkiness of me getting the date for the phone guy wrong and she tells me a big storm is coming. It's 5pm and dark like it's 9 but do I let this phase me? Of course not.
It starts sprinkling when I leave the apt and actually raining by the time I get to the bank. I manage to duck in before my check gets wet (I had it and my library book in a canvas bag) and figure I'm good.
I go out again and the heavens open.
Luckily my old apt is just down the block so I head for that with visions of being trapped there - hot but at least with cable TV - for hours dancing in my head. Except I don't have my security card to get in. I remember when I moved in being told my keys would take care of this situation. I find out now I was lied to.
Luckily somebody else comes along and swipes his security card so I can get in. Then, like the major dork I am, I make a big show of going to my mailbox to check my mail so this guy won't think I'm some weird girl trying to get into the building to set off a bomb or something.
Like he could care.
I go up to my apt, get rid of the junk mail and decide to call Mer in the city so she can laugh at my situation. Only thing is my cell phone doesn't work in my old apt (not very well anyway) and when I go to pick up the land line - BUZZZZZZCCCRRRSSSSSSS - I forget that I have the exact same phone line in my new apt and that I left the computer logged on. So no luck with the phone.
I then debate with myself what the Hell to do b/c I'd really like to get to the library before it closes and I'm not keen on being trapped in the hot apt for hours, even if I can order in food (in theory).
I then - after way too much time has passed - remember that I used to live in this apt and that therefore things like raincoats and umbrellas can be found in the closets.
This is so not the smartest day I've ever had.
I grab a baseball cap and an umbrella and head out.
It's pouring but my library book (The Naked Chef Takes Off - not nearly as good as the first book. Jamie, hon, put the chilies down) is safe. Plus I'm wearing dark colors and sandals and it's a warm rain so actually it's kind of fun, especially now that I can, you know, see.
I squish my way through the library, make a copy of the one recipie in the book that I felt was worth bothering with and then grab two books to sustain me over the weekend, assuming I don't finish both of them by Thursday.
On the way back I grab a big sandwich for dinner tonight and lunch tomorrow, and then make the mistake of going to a new convienence store on the way back to get chips and some chocolate. I pick this place out of all the other ones along the way because it's brand new and the last time I stopped by they had just opened and I was only ducking my head in to see what the spice prices were like (the owners are Indian so I wanted to see if they'd have better prices compared to the American stores). The guy behind the counter - who I assume is the owner - was all happy to see me and "can I help you?" in a geniune way and at the time I felt bad that really I didn't need anything. So I figure I'll stop by today to even out the karma there.
Bad idea. He charged me a dollar for a Hershey bar. A dollar. For a regular bar too, mind you. Not a king size or anything. Pfft. I know all convienence stores are basically Ye Old Stop and Rob but jeez - give me some lube first, would ya?
I suppose I'm a schmuck for paying the dollar but at that point I was hungry and just wanted to get home.
The rain had more than stopped by then so things were getting humid (ah, the one difference between North East summer rains and New Orleans summer rains - here we actually care about the humidity. Down in NO you were always at a 100% so it's not like the rain can make it worse). Plus I discovered that the way back is actually on a hill. Yeah, the way back is also the way there but point is it's a slight hill so you don't notice it on the way down, just when you're on the way up and you're hot and humid and now carrying library books and some groceries.
But still, kinda fun for all that I'm apparently brain damaged today.
I do a quick call to my mom to share in the dorkiness of me getting the date for the phone guy wrong and she tells me a big storm is coming. It's 5pm and dark like it's 9 but do I let this phase me? Of course not.
It starts sprinkling when I leave the apt and actually raining by the time I get to the bank. I manage to duck in before my check gets wet (I had it and my library book in a canvas bag) and figure I'm good.
I go out again and the heavens open.
Luckily my old apt is just down the block so I head for that with visions of being trapped there - hot but at least with cable TV - for hours dancing in my head. Except I don't have my security card to get in. I remember when I moved in being told my keys would take care of this situation. I find out now I was lied to.
Luckily somebody else comes along and swipes his security card so I can get in. Then, like the major dork I am, I make a big show of going to my mailbox to check my mail so this guy won't think I'm some weird girl trying to get into the building to set off a bomb or something.
Like he could care.
I go up to my apt, get rid of the junk mail and decide to call Mer in the city so she can laugh at my situation. Only thing is my cell phone doesn't work in my old apt (not very well anyway) and when I go to pick up the land line - BUZZZZZZCCCRRRSSSSSSS - I forget that I have the exact same phone line in my new apt and that I left the computer logged on. So no luck with the phone.
I then debate with myself what the Hell to do b/c I'd really like to get to the library before it closes and I'm not keen on being trapped in the hot apt for hours, even if I can order in food (in theory).
I then - after way too much time has passed - remember that I used to live in this apt and that therefore things like raincoats and umbrellas can be found in the closets.
This is so not the smartest day I've ever had.
I grab a baseball cap and an umbrella and head out.
It's pouring but my library book (The Naked Chef Takes Off - not nearly as good as the first book. Jamie, hon, put the chilies down) is safe. Plus I'm wearing dark colors and sandals and it's a warm rain so actually it's kind of fun, especially now that I can, you know, see.
I squish my way through the library, make a copy of the one recipie in the book that I felt was worth bothering with and then grab two books to sustain me over the weekend, assuming I don't finish both of them by Thursday.
On the way back I grab a big sandwich for dinner tonight and lunch tomorrow, and then make the mistake of going to a new convienence store on the way back to get chips and some chocolate. I pick this place out of all the other ones along the way because it's brand new and the last time I stopped by they had just opened and I was only ducking my head in to see what the spice prices were like (the owners are Indian so I wanted to see if they'd have better prices compared to the American stores). The guy behind the counter - who I assume is the owner - was all happy to see me and "can I help you?" in a geniune way and at the time I felt bad that really I didn't need anything. So I figure I'll stop by today to even out the karma there.
Bad idea. He charged me a dollar for a Hershey bar. A dollar. For a regular bar too, mind you. Not a king size or anything. Pfft. I know all convienence stores are basically Ye Old Stop and Rob but jeez - give me some lube first, would ya?
I suppose I'm a schmuck for paying the dollar but at that point I was hungry and just wanted to get home.
The rain had more than stopped by then so things were getting humid (ah, the one difference between North East summer rains and New Orleans summer rains - here we actually care about the humidity. Down in NO you were always at a 100% so it's not like the rain can make it worse). Plus I discovered that the way back is actually on a hill. Yeah, the way back is also the way there but point is it's a slight hill so you don't notice it on the way down, just when you're on the way up and you're hot and humid and now carrying library books and some groceries.
But still, kinda fun for all that I'm apparently brain damaged today.
