2002-04-29 - 9:18 a.m.
Now that was just stupid of me. What a great start to my week.

Oh joy. My supervisor's supervisor just appeared to inform me that I'm the lucky person chosen for Random Drug Testing this month. I get to go pee in a cup sometime today. This is so bizarre to me! Is this really the norm at jobs? This is the first place I've worked that required drug testing, fingerprint checks, and a relatively clean driving record in order to be employed. Of course, I'm only 24 and I've only worked at *counting on fingers* well, five places, if you count all three university jobs as one employer. Still.

I still can't believe they count me a "marginal" driver, when I've only got the one ticket on my record, and the accident I was involved in was so not my fault. The insurance company even faxed their info on the accident to this place, and they still counted it against me. What's up with that?

Anyway. I'll probably go do the drug test thing just before lunch, then swing by the duplex. Hildegaard is leaving between one and two o'clock today, so I'm taking a longer lunch break to do the food thing with her.

I wish she could stay longer, or else I didn't have to work today, but them's the breaks. She did tell me last night that she had fun this weekend, and that it was very relaxing, &etc. I'm glad. She isn't very decisive sometimes and she isn't very demonstrative about displeasure either, so every now and again I worry that she goes along with my suggestions for spending time just to humor me.

I used to worry that about other friends in college, too ... there wasn't a decisive one in the lot, especially in the core group of friends I made sophomore year. Try stuffing all of us in a car and asking us where we wanted to go for dinner. You'd get a minute or more of "I dunno" passing around, and then someone would give me the eyebrow and say, "Shell, you pick." Hello! I'm not all that decisive either! I just have a habit of getting impatient with doing nothing. As a result, my "decisions" tend to be pretty random.

Anyway. I'm getting off-topic; it's just that the whole decisiveness thing was reminding me of Jocasta and Nappy, who visited last night. Hildegaard cooked us all lobster for her birthday dinner (mmm) but Azash had a last-minute guest and they were monopolizing the couch and the TV, so there was nowhere left for me and my three guests to sit, and no distractions for us to talk around, either.

I calculated the time remaining until boredom set in for my guests (miniscule) then held a list of possible apartment-bound distractions up in my mind and threw a mental dart at it. I asked Birthday Girl to pick a board game, and voila, we were all sprawled on the floor around Milleniumopoly while we waited for dinner to finish.

Mom would say that's Good Hostess instinct. Mom would also have been proud of me for giving Azash's guest half of my lobster so that he would have something to eat, too. *pout* I really, really wanted to eat the whole thing, but I felt too guilty to do so. Most of the time I am proud of my upbringing and the firm value system it has given me, but sometimes I want to disconnect it from my conscience and give it a good kick in the ass.

I'm wandering again, aren't I? Sorry, I can't seem to keep on task at all this morning. I am busy fighting a very strong desire to walk out the door and take off for parts unknown. That's as likely to be genetic influence as it is AD/HD ... or maybe those are the same thing? Every single one of my male ancestors that I've traced have been the migratory type, all the way back to the 1500's.

I'm talking scores of different men here, on both sides of the family. They each made at least one major move in their lives, if not more, even in families where most of the sibs settled down close to Daddy's farm. Some ancestors having been like that is to be expected in America, else how did we get here, but virtually all of them? It's rather eerie. It also makes tracing them back a lot more irritating, since their records are so scattered!

Okay. I'm going to stop typing now, snap up a browser, and post this, before a brief mental outspew turns into a serious timewaster. I could wander on all morning in this mood.

Oh, wait ... D'oh! *slapping forehead* I wasn't going to do this at work anymore! Bad Shell! Bad Shell! *sigh* Maybe I should write that on my hand, then I wouldn't forget ...