The State That I Am In.

[entelein]

It was a terrible morning this morning.

I woke at 5 AM for no good reason, even though I was allowing myself to sleep until 6 AM. It did feel good to hit that snooze with no guilt, however.

I got out the door around 7 AM in a foul mood, and realized about a mile into my commute that I'd tucked my ATM card into the pocket of another article of clothing, and it was therefore not in my wallet as I'd assumed it was. I went back to get it. A handful of change was not going to get me lunch and a cab.

The cab was needed for after work because I was taking my car to the mechanic's -- over the last week or so, vapor/smoke has been coming from underneath the hood. I often just take a quick cabbie ride over to the guy's shop once work is done with, since it's so close.

I went kiddy-corner to another building on my lunch break today with just a jacket, so I could withdraw some cash and get a little something to eat with what appetite I had left. On the way back, on the long cross (over four lanes of regular traffic, and another, middle lane coming up from underground), a cold, fresh rain started falling in earnest. It felt sort of shocking, especially since the air remained clear and crisp.

The rain itself felt sort of cleansing, and I pulled my jacket collar up in a futile attempt to keep some rain from spattering my blouse and my head. I gave up after a few seconds. It felt better to give up.

My sushi wasn't so good, as it turns out. Additionally, the reception area has been installed with a temporary speaker-on-a-stick, emitting a load roar of what They're saying is white noise. Co workers keep zooming through here with their arms outstretched like they're airplanes.

Another co worker came through, listened to the rushing noise, and announced, "And nowwwww, batting for the White Sox! ..."

To which I replied, "Peeeeeeeaaaaanuts!"

Comments

[hmrpita.livejournal.com]

I could say how much I liked reading about your horrid morning, and the empathy I felt as I read it.

But, honestly, what I really think is, "you say kiddy-corner!" I am endlessly fascinated with how many variations there are on a lot of phrases out there, and how we all know what they mean, even if they differ from how we say them. And I am not convinced it is a regional thing either. It seems almost familial. Because you learn this stuff from your family, after all.

That "white noise" would drive me bonkers. You should just be a concession jockey for the rest of the day--and not just to your coworkers--even when you answer the phone.

[entelein.livejournal.com]

"COOOOOLD bir</>!"

[vectorb.livejournal.com]

See I always would say kitty-corner. I was never sure what cats had to do with the locality relationship between two places, but then I never really questioned it either.

The rain itself felt sort of cleansing, and I pulled my jacket collar up in a futile attempt to keep some rain from spattering my blouse and my head. I gave up after a few seconds. It felt better to give up.

This is why you will see Portland natives walking around town with their heads held high completely oblivious of the rain pouring over them. Sure some people own umbrellas, but unless they are elderly or small children, they are looked down upon as either weak or from California... which is worse that weak.

[hmrpita.livejournal.com]

Exsqueeeze me? This is a California native who takes walks in the rain--because it is raining.

Umbrellas are for sissified sissies. Though, if I need to stay dry for some odd reason, I do wear a rain jacket. I suppose you look down on me for THAT.

[entelein.livejournal.com]

When you're in an area with massive seasonal changes (in other words, no constants, like continual sunshine, consistently chilly weather, etc.), stuff like sudden rain can often be the difference between alertness and a migraine, or a hammer to the immune system.

We ain't wusses here, but we are sensible.

[atdt1991.livejournal.com]

Indeed.

In fact, I have a headache today because of the sudden blast of storm that came blustering in.

[atdt1991.livejournal.com]

I, too, say kiddy-corner.

I was going to give you a hard time about your car, but it sounds like you've gotten a hard enough time, already, Krystyn. *hugs*

[seaotter4444.livejournal.com]

Kiddy-corner???? What UP wit' dat? ;)

When pita and I lived in Michigan, it was kitty-corner, same as we grew up saying here in not-always-so-sunny California. Now, Mom always said catty-corner, but she was a New Yorker... Obviously, I disagree with pita about the familial thing... I think it is peer-related.

Anyway, it is interesting to se how through telephone game-like changes it has changed it from catercorner ot catty-corner to kitty-corner and now to kiddy-corner. I find this stuff fascinating.

[hmrpita.livejournal.com]

*clears throat*
I say catta-corner, mostly.

All white and all noise make Brian something-something.

[brianenigma.livejournal.com]

I have a friend who would swear by "pink noise," which I guess is white noise, but put through a sound filter so it is not so random--the theory being the annoying frequencies are removed, giving you a "soothing" and natural background sound like the wind or ocean.

He would start up an app on his computer, put on headphones, and work all day listening to the stuff. I tried it once. I was ready to kill anyone within reach after about 30 seconds.