A deeply boring story about a scarf:
Dec. 8th, 2011 11:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charloweenThe most exciting thing to happen today: I lost my scarf. And then got it back.
It was slightly surreal. I knew I had it when I got in the building, but somewhere between going to get the cloakroom key from the office and making it back to the cloakroom, the scarf vanished.
It's one of those looping-snooding-infinity scarves, so it's hard for it to slide off my neck without me noticing. Also it's red, brightish red.
So there I am, with hat, gloves, coat and no scarf - wondering where the scarf has gone, muzzy from lack of sleep and lack of caffeine - staring blankly at the empty cloakroom wondering trying to coax my brain into a higher gear all the while thinking scarf scarf scarf? scarf scarf.
On my way back up to the office I checked staircases, floors, anywhere I'd been that might have the scarf. No scarf. By this point it must've winked out of existence, because how does a mostly-empty building eat a scarf?
I don't know where I dropped it. Somewhere in the five minutes it took for me to go from office to cloakroom and back again the duty manager picked it up from wherever it went and stuck it on some boxes in the office. In plain view, once I made my way up there.
From my perspective, though, it got sucked through a wormhole. Totally mundane explanation, but I don't want to question my reality before coffee or before the sun's fully up.
And then 400 kids under the age of 7 showed up and the child-wrangling started.
I'm going to quickly suck some more references out of these books and head home. I need a nap, lunch, and some quiet moments before tackling this brain-work. While it's quiet in my office, and there's food easily available, I think my bed is necessary.
A bit too much life stress, a few too many sneezing children, and a bit too little sleep in hte last week make tomorrow's deadline more easily tackled from pjs and fuzzy oversized slippers. And tea. Especially when I've got to be out the door by 7:30am again tomorrow, and the Met Office is falling over itself telling us how very very windy today is going to be (has been).
It was slightly surreal. I knew I had it when I got in the building, but somewhere between going to get the cloakroom key from the office and making it back to the cloakroom, the scarf vanished.
It's one of those looping-snooding-infinity scarves, so it's hard for it to slide off my neck without me noticing. Also it's red, brightish red.
So there I am, with hat, gloves, coat and no scarf - wondering where the scarf has gone, muzzy from lack of sleep and lack of caffeine - staring blankly at the empty cloakroom wondering trying to coax my brain into a higher gear all the while thinking scarf scarf scarf? scarf scarf.
On my way back up to the office I checked staircases, floors, anywhere I'd been that might have the scarf. No scarf. By this point it must've winked out of existence, because how does a mostly-empty building eat a scarf?
I don't know where I dropped it. Somewhere in the five minutes it took for me to go from office to cloakroom and back again the duty manager picked it up from wherever it went and stuck it on some boxes in the office. In plain view, once I made my way up there.
From my perspective, though, it got sucked through a wormhole. Totally mundane explanation, but I don't want to question my reality before coffee or before the sun's fully up.
And then 400 kids under the age of 7 showed up and the child-wrangling started.
I'm going to quickly suck some more references out of these books and head home. I need a nap, lunch, and some quiet moments before tackling this brain-work. While it's quiet in my office, and there's food easily available, I think my bed is necessary.
A bit too much life stress, a few too many sneezing children, and a bit too little sleep in hte last week make tomorrow's deadline more easily tackled from pjs and fuzzy oversized slippers. And tea. Especially when I've got to be out the door by 7:30am again tomorrow, and the Met Office is falling over itself telling us how very very windy today is going to be (has been).
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Date: 2011-12-09 12:10 am (UTC)...I'm not gonna make it. I'm just pointing it out. *points*
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Date: 2011-12-09 03:58 pm (UTC)Wibbly-wobbly scarfy-warfy?
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Date: 2011-12-09 04:48 am (UTC)*sends good vibes*
Does the wind talk to you like it did to Howard Moon in the Mighty Boosh?
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Date: 2011-12-09 03:59 pm (UTC)Sure, it's a drug - but it's legal! Heck yes. I had a large coffee this morning and then like three cups of earl grey tea (hot) after I got to my office. *bounce*
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Date: 2011-12-11 01:29 am (UTC)Today was the first really cold (I mean bitterly cold) day. I spent as much time inside as possible.
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Date: 2011-12-09 12:30 pm (UTC)I know what you mean though - I have had odd experiences where I had my keys ion my pocket, went outside, could not find my keys in my pockets and was locked out crying for 20 minutes, and then checked my pocket again and they were there. And we are taking normal jean pockets with nothing in them. I really could not figure out where they went or how they got back.
400 children? I"d be screaming in terror and running in the opposite direction - you have my sympathies!!!
I never talk to anyone pre-coffee, and should not be allowed to post before my coffee either.
Massive hugs to you - it's that insane time of year!!!!
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Date: 2011-12-09 04:06 pm (UTC)To be fair, it's not like I have to treat the kids like individuals: I just have to make sure I have one in every seat and leave them to their teachers.
I took WD-40 to my front door lock because it kept sticking. It's so stressful knowing you're going to be locked out - but with keys in hand - because the damn lock needs to be aligned just so (and the moon at the proper phase, or whatever) in order for it to be unlocked. Stupid doors.
IT'S THE LAST DAY OF TERM YAY. I do like these 10-week terms.