A Little Progress

Maxie started the exciting head-butting game at 4:30 (!!) this morning. I eventually got up to give them wet food and went back to sleep until 9:30AM. I am not sure what his problem is, but it's got to stop. My body is tired from a-dancin' and I just don't pop up with that vim and vigor that early.

I cooked a mediocre breakfast and then after dilly-dallying online for WAY too long, I got dressed and went to do my laundry. I threw my 3 loads in and then went to the car wash and the Co-Op. I saw the creepy attendant at the laundry so once I put my stuff in the dryer, I grabbed the nigiri from the Co-Op and found a bench in front of the Ace Hardware. I forgot chopsticks so I had to eat with my fingers. Eel sauce and soy all over my hands. Now, that's hot.

When I got back the dryers were done, but I had been spotted by the attendant. I asked to use the sink to wash my hands and he pointed at me and said, "Hope?" This is the same dude that got me putting more money in the machines than was needed a few months ago because he was talking at me. He also came to see Fate & Spinoza and wrote me a letter. When I got it in my school mailbox it took me a while to figure out who the heck it was from. The last 2 times I was there I didn't see him so I figured he didn't work there anymore. For the last 2 laundry sessions, I went to Tony's apartment complex, but it wound up costing more money and the place smelled.

Anyway, as I folded my laundry John sat on the other folding table telling me about all of the papers he wrote and how Fate & Spinoza affected him. He also added some other stories about hiking and this 70 year old friend he has. I would love to know what the other older gentleman that was doing his laundry next to me thought about all of this. But enough about that and more about me.

Because...

You Are Occasionally a Narcissist

While you have healthy self esteem, you're really not that full of yourself. Compared to most people, you're quite humble! Though occasionally, you can't help and reflect on how great you are. There's nothing wrong with being proud of yourself - as long as you don't let it go to your head!

Are You a Narcissist?

Friday, the day of the domestic

Today was my day to catch up on all of the domestic things I have not done in a while. Laundry (um, 4 loads!) grocery shopping, eyebrow wax. I did manage to get to my CORE fitness class to balance things out.


I started my day however at one of the laundromats in town. When my parents were here they insisted that we take my rugs and blankets to Suds to have them wash and fold for me. That gave us time to tool around Sacramento and drink great sangria at Tapa the World -- get it top of the world...tapas...

Anyway, when we picked up the 2 rugs and 3 blankets (which came to a whopping total of $38!!) my lovely white bathmat was GREEN. See, they washed it with my green kitchen mat. Can we say dumb ass?

So, the next day we went into complain and were met with a lovely man who apologized for the mistake, took the mat and our ticket and said someone would call. Five days later and no call, I marched back in there, pointed at my mat on the shelf, wrote my number down AGAIN and was promised a phone call from the owner. Since I had yet to receive a call I went in today with a receipt for a new mat and just asked to be reimbursed. No problem, right?

The girl on duty was the same as last time. She could not believe that the owner had failed to call me. She rang him, but he didn't pick up so she left a message. There was no way that I was leaving there without a resolution.

My side: I have been back here three times and no one had the courtesy to call me. I had to not only buy a new mat, but matching towels and accessories since I no longer had a matching set. I only asked them to pay for my new mat which was $20.

Her side: I don't have the authorization to give you money.

So after asking repeatedly what I should do, because I knew if I left no one was going to call me -- she caved and gave me $20 out of her own pocket. I left my receipt so she could get the money from her slacker of a boss.

As I walked out, I thought I heard her cry.

Am I going to hell?