(...keep waiting...)
For some reason my internet just said "Rexburg Animal Shelter" on the google maps, and I was like, "Wha—?" and I looked and—then it changed back to the way it was before—to a map to one of the girls in our ward's houses. I guess the computer had a spasm and was remembering the good old days when we were trying to figure out what to do with chicken Lucy, our abandoned little friend of red feathers...
The Creeper Bunny
So, at my new happy job, I was just sitting there... all alone and tired... late at night in the cold... and I hear a sharp rattle and jump clean out of my skin. (Ok, so I actually stayed in my skin, unless you count the partial dying that occurred when my brain told my spirit to hit the road because clearly a loud sound equals death—but before my spirit got too far out—my brain realized it was just a bunny and that it was being a stupid brain).
Geez. My good feelings toward that cute, little guy have seriously diminished because every time I hear him wiggling about my heart stops and I think one of the girls are gonna run away.
So far though... I think they're all too smart to run. And seriously—when it's this cold?
Man, my basement's freezing. Elly's poor birds just sit with their feather's ruffled all day and I feel so sorry for them when I put on my jacket because they don't have any jackets to wear... and canaries were not meant to suffer such cold—humans aren't either—but if you turn up the heat the upstairs gets hot and blah blah blah...
Stop at Benjamin
For some reason, the first day I really started work—even though I'd driven to work twice already—I missed the freeway exit and continued on a road that went the down the freeway the wrong direction. I started hyper-ventilating because I have very little highway-driving experience as you've heard in my earlier post, and I was like, "I don't know how to get off the freeway and going back the wrong way!! All right, relax, Bek, you just have to go back to where you were and exit and..." then I see a sign "Springville" I think, and I'm like, "I THINK THAT'S AFTER MY EXIT!" And I keep going and I don't recognize anything and I burst into tears (yeah, I do that sometimes. What of it?). "I'M LOST! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GET BACK!"
The next sign: "Benjamin 1 mile"
"BENJAMIN! I DON'T WANNA GO TO BENJAMIN!" I wail.
Then I get off the Benjamin exit and luckily it turns right off and lets you get back onto the freeway the right way. Good news: I did make it home eventually. Bad news: it got me to bed about a half an hour later than I otherwise would've... you know... eight in the morning... I was pretty tired by the end of this week...
I wonder if they fixed the cameras and if the guard upstairs can see me... better remember not to do anything embarrassing like pick my nose...
If you wanna know how sappy I've become, I actually think this song that I used to laugh it is pretty cute these days. Yeah... Ok... so it still makes me smile cuz it's pretty silly, but you know, I can't help liking the stories where the little loser and the princess or the prince or whatever fall in love... Why is that so adorable anyways?
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