Felt pretty good the last few days, moving around. Made some tea. All I did was look down at the cup, and it felt like a nail gun has shot me in the spine. Good news, it's in the middle, rather than the left. One more side to go?
I keep getting phone calls from some woman in New York screaming at me in Chinese (and she sounds pissed). You'd think the simple point I don't speak Chinese would convince her she has the wrong number.
That happened to me as well. Only, it was a Caribbean woman who swore I was her boyfriend changing up his voice. She'd leave all kinds of messages in one of the Islanders languages, telling me to "Get Momo" etc. I eventually convinced her I wasn't him by constantly calling her with random questions about mundane things, mixed with many "lottery wins." Was fun.
I once had a phone number that was one digit off from children's clothing store that opened in my neighborhood, and my number somehow ended up as a misprint in their store directory. It would have been a pain to change my number because of all my business calls, so I didn't bother. The moms who called never heard me when I said "You have the wrong number" so it was faster just to say, "No, we don't have that" to whatever item they inquired about. That store lost a hell of a lot of business before the corrected number got out. ETA: OT (and could be a Third World Whinge): I forgot to add orange juice to yesterday's grocery delivery. Grrr...
I know I said I'd take the job if offered... but it's getting harder to deny that - deep inside - I think I've decided to move once my summer job is over. I feel guilty about it, though, because I know my parents expect me to stay for at least another year. Sure, staying would mean another year of a steady, good income... but staying would mean putting my life on hold for another year while only being able to see Lost every three/four months. It doesn't feel worth it for me. In all honesty it feels like moving is a childish, emotional-based choice while staying and working would be the correct and adult way to do it... but I sort of can't tell if that's just my parents voices in the back of my head. Sure, staying would mean more money and money would mean more stability... but moving would mean so much more. I guess I'm just trying to put words onto things but my head is so conflicted. Doing what's "right" or what feels right...
The last person I heard say that on this forum ended up engaged to another forumite a year or so later, so be careful what you wish for.
For clarification, I'm not that forumite. I'm making good on my promise. Let's play... WHO'S. THAT. FORUMITE?!?! ... to the paradise city? With the free grass, and the busy girls? That one? EDIT: Er, sorry, that's #takemedown. #MandelaEffect.