I had to convince a woman that I wasn't a recording yesterday.
Click. "Top Secret Government Agency."
"Hello? Hello?!?"
"Hello? How may I help you, ma'am?"
"Am I speaking to a recording or a real person?"
"I'm a real person as far as I know."
"Are you sure?!?"I mentioned it to my mother, and she said that my voice tends to be a little over-modulated when I answer the phone at work. Too pleasant, with the words pronounced just a little too correctly to be coming from a real person.
Perhaps I am a robot, after all.
The server was down at my office, which explains the lack of any updates in the past couple of days. I could have gone home and written an entry, but I'm lazy.
Dirk signed up for classes. He's taking U.S. History 1 and Intro to Computing. I'm still undecided about what I'm going to take. I'll probably register this week-end. I know I'm probably going to take a computer course, simply because I work so well with computers.
Cloudy's getting a little better each day. She's eating on her own now, although we still force-feed her. She doesn't eat enough on her own to make up for all the weight she lost.
We met our new drummer, Joe, this week-end. He's a great guy, just moved into the area from New Mexico, and has a fourteen-piece drum set. He's been playing for ten years. He practiced with us on Saturday. I was amazed at how quickly he picked up the rhythms of our songs.
I also adore his girlfriend, Marie, who is visiting him from New Mexico. She's a girly girl, but I'm willing to ignore that. Somehow, they both managed to escape the stupid little "anarchy now" mindset of most of the younger punks.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Dirk and I went out with Joe on Sunday night. When we got back, Dirk called his mother to tell her that he'd be spending the night at my place (which she's cool with). She trilled that Krisco was over at their house, having 'just stopped by with a friend'. Dirk was displeased with this. He asked if she'd let Krisco into his room, and his mother said that Krisco had gone upstairs, but she had no idea if she'd been in his room.
I don't think I've ever seen Dirk get enraged that quickly. I don't think I've ever gotten angry that quickly.
So, we rushed over to his house, to make sure Krisco hadn't fucked with anything. Krisco was still there, looking doe-eyed. Of course. His mother was hugging her, telling her how glad she was that she stopped by.
Enter Dirk and Agent Skatter. His mother tried to stop him and make him say hello to Krisco and her friend. His mother got upset when he just brushed past her up the stairs to get to his room. I allowed myself to be introduced to Krisco's new friend, grinning the whole time.
Have I ever mentioned that I grin at horribly inappropriate times? This was one of them. I couldn't stop grinning. I gave the girl a polite nod, told her I was pleased to meet her, completely ignored Krisco (which drives her up the wall), and continued upstairs. Nothing had been disturbed.
We left as quickly as we came, in time to see Krisco's car speeding out of the parking lot. Dirk ominiously promised his mother that they were going to have a talk today. Then we drove off.
He called his mother as soon as we got to my place, and told her that if she ever allowed Krisco within 20 feet of his stuff, he was going to strangle her (Krisco). He was very, very angry. Only Krisco can make him this angry.
Dirk told me, after we'd gotten back to my place and he'd had a chance to calm down, that Krisco had been wearing a shirt he gave her when they were dating. Purposely, he thinks. He also disbelieves the notion that Krisco just happened to stop by....he thinks she had a purpose, and it wasn't a good one.
I don't even have to tell you how pissed I am at his mother. I'm sure you know. This entire situation was completely inappropriate, and if she has the guts to ask me about it, she's going to get an earful. Dirk's mother's NEVER setting foot in our place when we move in together. Nor is she going to get the phone number or address.
She just can't be trusted not to give the information out to Krisco. I can just imagine opening the front door at 10:00 at night to find Krisco standing there, looking doe-eyed, asking to talk to Dirk. I can also imagine the look on her face when I call the cops, but it doesn't make up for the first image.
The sooner Dirk moves out, the better.
We have plans to hang out with our friend, ‘Bert. I called him out of the blue on Friday, and found out that he thinks his life is horribly dull. He's been writing a lot of music lately, and he's trying to get into a music college. He doesn't play bass anymore. Somehow, it always makes me sad to find out that someone's given up an instrument he/she loved playing.
Ennui is a stronger destructive force than rage.
My parents are in San Francisco right now. Lucky them....I didn't take this week off, because I might as well know what it would be like to live with Dirk on a day-to-day basis. I don't think he'd take well to the idea of me quitting my job as soon as we moved in together. In fact, I can easily see him having a big ol' fit.
I may call in sick once or twice, though. I'm not perfect, and I don't often get the chance to goof off without my parents breathing down my neck.
I drove my mother to Dulles airport at 5:00 a.m. That was a fun trip. She had a headache, and she took medication, which made her stomach upset. I had to carry her luggage (since she is considerably smaller and weaker than me) to the check-in counter. I had to gently lead her to her gate, and I waited until she was on the plane to leave the airport.
Dealing with 7 cats, including one that has to be force-fed several times a day, makes me miss my mother. I'm never going to own so many cats.
I miss my ice cream. I bought a little beaded Hello Kitty purse last night. It's made in the style of one of those formal little bags that can't hold more than a key and some money. It's adorable. If I ever got to a formal-dress event, I'm going to bring this purse -- after I make the silver chain longer.
I agree with Dave's take on the Diarist awards.
Dirk's in the process of writing a guest entry, after weeks of pestering. It should be up in the next couple of days. Stay tuned.
