oog, the last 24 hours!

Yesterday I stayed at work until 7:00 in an attempt to organize a file with somewhere between 9 and 12 boxes of giant cluster-fuck mess in it. I made some headway, but not much. I’ll need to spend a lot more time on it before it’s presentable.

Then I went to the police station in the town where I live, because a police officer there was owed a subpoena service from our office, and I thought it would be cheaper for our client and more convenient for all if I just served him. I ended up waiting for the officer for 40 minutes, which meant at my billable rate that the cost was about the same as a private process server, if not more expensive. Sheesh. You’d think I would have been bored, waiting there with nothing to do, but it was kind of a relief to have nothing in front of me I had to consume, edit, or complete. I sat and stared. It was relatively pleasant.

I got home at 8:30, ate a Chick-Fil-A sandwich I’d picked up as a present to myself, and went to bed, because the alarm was set for 5:00, because I agreed to substitute for a 7 AM class this morning.

So, in the morning, I got up, stumbled through my shower, ate a small breakfast around 5:45, went to the studio, and found that the commercial-quality fire alarm was going off, full blast, all throughout the studio. It was incredibly loud. I searched the studio for a fuse box, and ended up finding the fire alarm box in the very back office, where I screwed with it until the alarm shut up. There was still a very noisy beeping coming from the lobby, and I had to fiddle with that box too, eventually screaming at it in frustration, until I figured out how to shut it up.

After that, I taught yoga to five people, most of whom were much older than my usual students, and I think I taught a good class, but I got some guff from them about how I was capable of more in the postures because I was younger. I am really tired of hearing that. I was extremely inflexible before I started yoga, okay, and I worked really hard, and anyone else can work hard too instead of going to yoga once a week and cracking jokes at the expense of someone who hasn’t had the privilege of living for 30 additional years as of yet.

Anyhow. I think I taught a good class.

Not my MRI. Just an example of how weird eyes look in MRI.

So then I took myself off to a radiology office for the brain MRI I had scheduled for 9:00. I was very, very early, and I settled in to read, but to my surprise they called me back early. They secured my head, gave me earplugs, and put in my CD, and I stayed still and breathed for 20 minutes while Ella & Louis, and Frank, and Carmen MacRae kept me company. I really like MRIs. I know for some people the claustrophobia is unbearable, but I just keep my eyes shut and breathe slow and smooth, and it’s kind of a nice relaxing episode for me. My co-worker told me she hates them because they’re super-loud, and I said they always give me earplugs. Maybe that’s why people don’t enjoy them; bring earplugs, everybody!

I finished before 9:00 thanks to being so early and the office’s efficiency, so I read a little more while I waited for my films, and then took them and left. (I looked at them in the car. I didn’t see any brain tumors, but I’m no neuroradiologist. My eyes looked really damn weird, though. The human body is so cool!) My intention was to go straight to work, but I realized I was very hungry. I thought, you know, it’s been like three hours since I ate my small breakfast, and lunch isn’t for another three hours, and so I think, lo and behold, that second breakfast might just be appropriate.

So I got some. A delicious egg-cheese-ham-bagel sandwich from a local bagel place. And orange juice. Delicious. And I went to work. And that brings us to now.

I cannot wait to go home and put my feet up and watch MTM and perhaps eat ice cream. It’s going to be a tough weekend, too, with my mom and a dance class included, so I look forward to next week. Of course, by then I’ll have to make some more headway on that cluster-fuck file, which leads us back in a nice circle to the beginning of this post. The end.