Day 9: Oversleeping, Babies and Future Nascar Racing Randomness

I don’t know how the hell I overslept…..well…actually I do….

I had a really awesome dream that I refused to let go of, even though my phone was blasting in my ear. I would describe said dream except some of it makes me blush….dear god I’m blushing now just thinking about it…..Let’s just say a beautiful woman was involved and how I wish it wasn’t a dream….

Well, enough daydreaming about the future mother of my children. ^_^

As I mentioned, I overslept. My alarm was set for 2:30, and I didn’t open my eyes until 3:40…and I have to be at work at 4. Now, mind you, that I only live about 15 minutes from my job, and what with my recently cleaned and organized room my ability to get dressed has gone from taking 4 minutes to 1, but I didn’t make it into my car until 3:47. Here is where I begin to panic, because my coworker is a narc and won’t let go of me being 2 minutes late. So I find myself slamming my foot down on the gas and weaving through late afternoon traffic, proving the NY stereotype of insane driving as I dip in and around traffic doing 80 in a 45. But that isn’t where my nascar skills come into play.

Those come into play because the road I need to take to get to my job has some ridiculous turns, hills, and ill-placed traffic lights. The sound of my screeching tires as I drifted around bends had me praying that I wouldn’t flip my little four-door sedan turned stock car. Yellow lights glared down at me as I cut corners while I barreled my way down Corn-country roads. When I arrived at my job my car was barely in park before I cut the engine and speed walked (If I could refuse to run while being on the track team, what makes anyone think I will run to get to work?) across the parking lot, smiling haughtily at my co-worker as I badged into my area at 3:58. I’m just grateful he ignored the fact that my shoe laces were undone, my shirt was untucked, and my hair was wild under my rebellious AC/DC brimmed knit-hat that definitely isn’t uniform regulation.

So I settled into my post, and I spent the night telling the workers in my building to drive safely (yes I know I am a do as I say not as I do person…I have embraced this about myself. Call me a hypocrite all you want, many of them won’t admit to their own hypocrisies).

Aside from my adventure as a speed racer my day was relatively boring. I wasn’t in the mood to write today, so I daydreamed about what I would want in my future, and continued to tell this one guy at work that I will not be pregnant anytime soon. I have no idea why people are asking me when I’m going to have kids. That will be the world’s biggest oops, and one I don’t plan on experiencing until waaaayyyy after my 25th birthday, and yes there is a reason as to why that age is important for me.

See I’m the only daughter, of the only daughter. So, as it goes, there is pressure on me alright to eventually pop out a few kids (shudders). But, as it goes, my grandmother, my mother and I are all the same zodiac sign, and my grandmother had my mother when she was 25….and my mother had me when she was 25………so the ages  go 74, 49, 24. So if I have a kid within the next year an a half, and it is a girl (cuz my mother wishes one just like me for me…evil woman)…it will be 75, 50, 25, and new-born……..

As much as I have come to love number sequences and serendipity and whatever else the cosmos likes to make coincidental and/or ironic, I refuse to uphold this tradition.


it doesn’t help my cause when I am eating a pedialyte freezepop….

So I’ve been awake for 9 hours, and I’m just going to go back to bed and hope day 10 isn’t as random or ridiculous.

Question of the day:

If you had the chance to work overseas, would you?

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