Everybody's got their pet peeves.
Jace's was crumbs in the bed. It didn't matter what it was, if I ate any food at all while sitting on the bed I'd catch hell for it. He had some sort of incredible crumb-finding radar which would cause him to always detect when such a transgression had taken place, and he was remarkably effective in voicing how much this annoyed him.
The relationship came and went, and like most relationships which end for reasons other than the fact the two people don't love each other anymore, the breakup was rocky. It was fraught with teary phone calls, wishing that caring deeply about another person was enough to make a relationship work.
I did still care about him, so I did take the phone calls.
"Hey,"
"Hey,"
There was a long pause, because neither of us had any idea what we were suppose to say.
"I just miss you," he said.
"It's OK."
Another pause. He's getting desperate to make some sort of conversation.
"What are you doing?"
"Sitting in bed, eating a sandwich."
He hung up.
I guess that sums it up.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Green
I felt grossly underdressed.
There were five people sitting at the desk in the front. I was unsure if I was their equal, but there was a sixth seat at the end which I knew would be eventually for me. Dimly in the background I can hear the announcer, "And our final panelist is Pika Chu, who will be joining shortly."
Ah good, so I wasn't suppose to go up there.
"Pika," the shout-whispering voice behind me sounds irritated, "Go sit down."
Crap.
I'm the youngest person at the desks by easily 15 years, and the moderator seemed to have somehow not noticed.
"So what's your comment on the state of the market compared to 10 years ago?"
"Sorry, I'm not old enough to have an appropriately informed opinion on that."
On the upside, they did leave us some pretty nice food to eat at the end.
"You did a pretty good job," Sparks smiled, "held your own with the big-shots."
"Thanks."
"I'd wear shoes next time though."
My panicked face caused him to try to backpedal and reassure me.
"No it's ok, your feet were so filthy I don't know if anybody not in the first two rows noticed..."
There were five people sitting at the desk in the front. I was unsure if I was their equal, but there was a sixth seat at the end which I knew would be eventually for me. Dimly in the background I can hear the announcer, "And our final panelist is Pika Chu, who will be joining shortly."
Ah good, so I wasn't suppose to go up there.
"Pika," the shout-whispering voice behind me sounds irritated, "Go sit down."
Crap.
I'm the youngest person at the desks by easily 15 years, and the moderator seemed to have somehow not noticed.
"So what's your comment on the state of the market compared to 10 years ago?"
"Sorry, I'm not old enough to have an appropriately informed opinion on that."
On the upside, they did leave us some pretty nice food to eat at the end.
"You did a pretty good job," Sparks smiled, "held your own with the big-shots."
"Thanks."
"I'd wear shoes next time though."
My panicked face caused him to try to backpedal and reassure me.
"No it's ok, your feet were so filthy I don't know if anybody not in the first two rows noticed..."
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