The deal on my house of shattered dreams was closing today and my "yoga" injury (What? Twister is yoga, people!) from last Saturday continues to drain my will to live. As a result I was super crabby all day. I ate a lot of chocolate and bought new earrings, and still I was crabby. I crabbed at Evan, and because he’s awesome like that, he rewrote the day for me:
7:00 a.m. – Leslie wakes up, crawls out of bed, and gets ready for work.
8:00 a.m. – On her way to work, Leslie helps an old lady across the street.
9:00 a.m. – Leslie gets to work, only to find a card on her chair from her co-workers, thanking her for all of her hard work. Inside the card is a gift certificate to Pickle Barrel for 10 bucks.
10:00 a.m. – That guy Leslie has a crush on comes over to ask some crap about some crap. It still gets her excited and fluttery, though.
11:00 a.m. – Leslie is surprised by a lunch request from her boss, who wants to ‘chat.’
12:00 p.m. – While at lunch, the old lady Leslie helped across the street earlier in the day bumps into her, and tells her boss all about it.
1:00 p.m. – Impressed, Leslie’s boss promotes her! Big raise!
2:00 p.m. – The email about Leslie’s promotion goes out. Jealous, her deskmate quits on the spot and walks out in a huff. She leaves her wallet on the table, though, and it’s stuffed with fifties. She won’t miss one or two.
3:00 p.m. – That guy comes by Leslie’s desk to offers his congrats. They have a nice chat, which may lead to many more. He leaves his cell #.
4:00 p.m. – Word trickles in that Leslie’s deskmate was hit by a car while storming out of the building. Nobody can find her wallet.
5:00 p.m. – Leslie’s new position means less workload. She goes home, but not before Evan and Clover stop by. Clover tells her she’s very pretty – but the visit leaves Leslie a little disconcerted, due to [— censored —].
6:00 p.m. – Leslie heads home. On the busride, her book gets really fucking good, and she almost misses her stop.
7:00 p.m. – Leslie discovers that her building burned down as the neighboring Shell station has exploded. Due to her apartment being at the proverbial ‘eye of the Hurricane,’ it is spared. The landlord informs her that she’ll be getting loads of insurance money.
8:00 p.m. – Leslie calls around for a place to crash over the weekend. She thinks about calling that guy from work, hems and haws about it … But does anyway. He’s more than happy to put her up for a few days.
9:00 p.m. – That guy picks up Leslie, and they grab some chow on the way home. They hit it off!
10:00 p.m. – Leslie and the fella watch a crappy movie on the couch of his apartment, but they just make fun of the movie the whole time.
11:00 p.m. – One thing leads to another, drinks are consumed, and Leslie gets lucky (several times)!
12:00 p.m. – The guy’s flatmate comes home from a tough day at the office, only to discover everything in a compromising position. But … One thing leads to another …
1:00 a.m. – Leslie’s cell phone rings. She’s won the lottery! ‘Since when do you fuckers call at 1:00 in the morning?!” She asks. “Since it became your lucky day!”
Actually, I did cheer up after work. I went to the Mennonite Festival at Harbourfront with Kell, where I finally procured a Leslie-ish window covering for my bedroom (if you build it, they will come?). Then, delicious roti night with her and Mark at their place. Unfortunately, the Shell did not explode. Umm, and I didn’t get lucky.