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"Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart..."
Oct. 11th, 2005 08:53 pmFor the record, I don't exist on Tuesdays. I phase out of existance. I refuse to exist on this plane on Tuesdays, because that would mean trying to balance the reading and writing necessary before any one of my grad classes, and the 8 million tasks and crises of daily life.
The world refuses to listen to this basic rule. Every crisis imaginable lands in my lap, invariably, on a Tuesday -- today it was a long talk with a landlord pleading for time to regulate the problem of my roommate's rent cheque bouncing. It was a cashflow problem, but the roommate is in Spain, I don't have enough money in my account to cover the rent without a transfer of funds.
And that conversation ate into my preparation time for the big project I had going on Susanna Moodie, Margaret Atwood, and Carl Jung -- which fortunately came off without a hitch, in spite of my only getting to it 48 hours before it was due.
And also, every social activity I could ever want attend happens on a Tuesday. The six other days of the week -- when I do exist -- do not seem to exist for other people.
(After my project, I would just like to crash and sleep for the rest of the week. Of course, since The-Place-Where-I-Don't-Work has called me in for an all-morning shift tomorrow, that's not happening.)
The world refuses to listen to this basic rule. Every crisis imaginable lands in my lap, invariably, on a Tuesday -- today it was a long talk with a landlord pleading for time to regulate the problem of my roommate's rent cheque bouncing. It was a cashflow problem, but the roommate is in Spain, I don't have enough money in my account to cover the rent without a transfer of funds.
And that conversation ate into my preparation time for the big project I had going on Susanna Moodie, Margaret Atwood, and Carl Jung -- which fortunately came off without a hitch, in spite of my only getting to it 48 hours before it was due.
And also, every social activity I could ever want attend happens on a Tuesday. The six other days of the week -- when I do exist -- do not seem to exist for other people.
(After my project, I would just like to crash and sleep for the rest of the week. Of course, since The-Place-Where-I-Don't-Work has called me in for an all-morning shift tomorrow, that's not happening.)
