2001-01-05 - 14:52:49
Secretary with a vengeance ...

Answer to yesterday's $500 question: A. Sweathogs Scroll to the bottom for the today's question.

*rubbing forehead* I was a stupid girl last night, and had an enormous cup of black tea before going to bed. English Breakfast, to be exact ... I've run out of Lady Grey again. Until the last year or so, caffeine right before bedtime never bothered me ... but ohhhh, now it does. This isn't the first time it's happened ... you'd think I'd learn. Headache, nausea, horrible dreams, icky morning breath (despite brushing my teeth before I slept). I'd call it a hung-over feeling, except that I've never been hung over, so I'm not sure how it compares.

Hmmm ... I see by my sitemeter that Google has discovered me ... I got hit on searches for "diaryland.com Harbinger" and "the tide rises the tide falls meaning". Interesting.

*yawning* It's time for the morning run to the Business Office ... I wonder if the Bitter Old Lady will be there today. I'm sure she's usually a nice person, but ... *laughing* I don't know why I find this funny.

You see, she parks in a handicapped spot in the driveway of the Business Office, which used to be a house long ago. Everyone else who works there has to park on the curbs. This driveway is twice the width of her car, and the marker for the handicapped lane is all the way over on the right. Until a few days ago, she parked on the right side.

Then one morning she was slightly drifted over to the left, making the other half barely too narrow to park in. So, when I arrived for my morning run, I had to squeeze my car in crookedly and it was a little too tight for her to get out. Normally, she doesn't leave at that hour of the morning, so I thought nothing of it.

I got spent my five minutes inside, and saw her leave ahead of me, so I hurried out to my car just as she got to hers. She looked at me sourly and told me, "You can't park there, you'll get a ticket."

Silly Shell, these words popped out of my mouth: "But I have the Essential Services tag. I can park anywhere."

She sniffed and said, "Well, but I can't get out!"

I said, "I'm sorry. But I'm only here for a minute or so every day, and it's easier to park here than a couple of blocks away." I should have said more, been more apologetic, but she was getting into her car. So I got into mine, and left.

The next day, when I arrived, I found her car parked in the EXACT MIDDLE of that two-car-wide driveway ... and it's been that way ever since.

*sigh* I really hope I don't have to start parking miles away. Walking might be good for me, but it would make my morning errand run twice as long. So I'll just park behind her for now, blocking the sidewalk, and wait until I get chewed out again, I guess. After all, they let the OTHER maintenance people ... in suitably maintenance-looking trucks, of course ... park anywhere without comment; I DO work for plant services, that should be good for something! =^)

Okay. So now I'll rip yesterday's page off the WWTBM calendar, and find the next question:

[For $1000] On which of the following would you find a clutch lever, twist-grip throttle, and pillion footrest?

A. Surrey
B. Rickshaw
C. Ski lift
D. Motorcycle

(These first few are always so easy!!) Final answer tomorrow.