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Ruminations By: Aradia on 9/4/2001; 7:25 PM So I'm sitting here at home, propping up my injured foot (instead of working), eating crab with cocktail sauce, and reading about Seth's bad day. Nothing that exciting happened to me. Thankfully. Friday night, I went to Uwajimaya (an Asian marketplace in Beaverton) and bought two live Dungeness crabs. Mark had finally caved in and let me buy them and cook them. I've been having this craving for fresh crab for over a week now. He refuses to come out of the bedroom, 'cause he just can't stand to watch me boil live things. Being of Japanese heritage, and having watched my mother do that to crabs, and my grandmother butcher live chickens, I just shrug it off and figure Mark's being a typical American pansy. I mean, the man won't even come into the cordoned off area of the living room! The crabs are successfully boiled, and just to be a brat, I plunk them both on plates, still full in shells, and set his so it's facing him. Mark treats the crab like it's radioactive waste from Chernobyl, while I'm just cracking mine to bits and enjoying the meat with great relish. I refuse to even touch his crab to help him shell it. And to top it all off, I'm looking at him like he's growing another head, because the thing is now quite dead, and he's still squirming like a three year old. I finally take pity on him, and pop the legs off the crab, then open up the body of it (pull the top shell off), so he can see the lungs and brains and other assorted innards of the crab. I'm so mean to him. And yet, he's still picking away at it. When we're finally done eating, there's crab still left over. Mark is not permitted to escape the kitchen while I finish shelling them. That's still good crab, I'll have you know. Saturday, I worked. Big whoop dee doo. Sunday, we went back to Multnomah Falls and the surrounding falls. While climbing around at Latourell Falls, I slipped on a mossy, muddy, wet rock near the splash pool and dropped two feet to land on my rear end. In mud. While I'm in blue jeans. Nothing hurt, except maybe my dignity. So I just burst into laughter, earning myself some strange looks. Monday, I wake up, exhausted from all the rock climbing and clambering. And I can't get out of bed. My right foot is sending shooting pain up the leg whenever I put weight on it. I finally hobbled out of bed, got ready for work, and off Mark and I go. I managed to work seven hours, but I'm in some serious pain. So today, I go to urgent care. No fracture, thankfully. Just a heel strain. I'm supposed to baby it for the next week or two. Except the thought of babying myself still chafes. Such fun I'm having. And I'm supposed to visit the rest of Mark's family this coming weekend, so while I'm babying my injured foot, I'm having pre-panic attacks. Otherwise, life is just grand. Truly.
RE: Ruminations By: Aradia on 9/5/2001; 1:15 AM Yesterday, when I was working, Mike (our temporary boss until we get a real boss) watched me hobble around and grimacing in pain. When he left, he knew I was going to see a doctor about my foot, and I said I'd keep him appraised. So I called him today to do just that. He asked if I was going to take the next week off, then, and I replied that I'd really rather keep working, but as much within the confines of doctor's orders as I can. So there's a long pause, then he says, "I don't care. Do what you need to do." There is nothing so disturbing as having your boss tell you he doesn't care. Especially when you're employed by a company that proclaims that it cares about its employees. Which is a huge lie anyway. But I don't care.
RE: Ruminations By: ScottN on 9/5/2001; 7:15 PM Maybe he meant, "I don't care if you want to work. I want you to get better. Do what you need to do."?
RE: Ruminations By: Aradia on 9/5/2001; 7:47 PM It's a nice thought, but not with that particular tone of voice. The one that practically screams, "You're being a complete pain by not cooperating, and I don't really care about you and your problems at this time."
RE: Ruminations By: Kaju Sarkar on 9/5/2001; 8:58 PM never trust guys !! the existence of them are uterly wrong !! only women should exist
RE: Ruminations By: Matthew Patterson on 9/5/2001; 10:33 PM >never trust guys !! the existence of them are uterly wrong !! only >women should exist Erm, Kaju, this would mean you shouldn't exist. _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com
RE: Ruminations By: Kaju Sarkar on 9/6/2001; 8:14 PM yes i should not
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