Embryo of Philosophy

So, I had a work meeting scheduled for today at 8:00. I was frustrated, since it's snowing, and I couldn't ride my bike, but I left with plenty of time and got to the store ten minutes early. No one was there, but I wasn't worried. Except, no one was showing up, even as I waited. I began to get worried. I knocked on the store door, but got no answer. I went to the gas station nearby to look for a phone and a phone book (I couldn't remember the store number). I wasn't able to use the gas station phone, but there was a pay phone outside. So, I got change for a dollar, took a phone book, and went outside. I couldn't find Blockbuster in the phone book. Seriously. And I looked several places. So, I dialed zero, and was told to dial 411 for directory information. So, I did that. Turns out that 411 is seventy-five cents rather than fifty. This meant that I got the number, but was unable to actually call the store. So, I went back and got more change. Called store and got no answer. I assumed that the meeting was being held at another store, and that I had somehow missed this information. Since I would be more than fifteen minutes late by the time I got home, I figured that my boss would have called asking me where I was, and maybe giving me some information. So, freaking out severely the whole way, I went back home, cursing the fact that walking takes twice as long as riding my bike. A woman tried to stop me on the way, and I told her that I was in a really bad mood and couldn't help. I think she actually might have been a religious type trying to proselytize. In fact, I hope she was, because if she needed help, I feel bad for brushing her off.

I was so confused. I was pretty certain that there hadn't anything written down saying the meeting was at another store, and no one had told me anything of the sort.

Finally, I got home. There was no message on my answering machine. I called the store again, as I couldn't think of a better option. My boss answered.

Boss: Thank you for calling Blockbuster.

Me: It's Veleda. What's going on!?

Boss: What?

Me: The meeting!

Boss: That was canceled.

Me: No one told me!

As it turned out, everyone but me had been told that the meeting was canceled. I should probably be angry, but I'm just too relieved that I'm not going to be fired. Plus, I'm getting payed for that hour.

I think I lost five years off my life, though. I kept wishing that I'd have a terrible fall or get hit by a car so I'd have a good reason to not be there. Now, I'm rather glad that nothing of the sort happened, but man I was stressed.

But, everything is good now, and I am no longer hyperventilating.

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Bidding at livelongnmarry has started, and there's some incredible stuff by equally incredible people. Tamora Pierce is offering stuff! Tamora fucking Pierce! A signed book, never-for-sale pins, and a chapter from her yet to be published new novel. There's also Pamela Dean, offering signed first edition copies of her novel, Tam Lin. I have never read it, but apparently it's really great. There's loads of gorgeous handmade jewelry and more offers to write fanfic than you can shake a stick at.

Also, I'm getting multiple bids on my bourbon balls. Yay!

I also hit on the ingenious idea to contact Andrea Gibson and Ellen Orleans about providing signed books. Andrea is a local spoken word artist who's a four time Denver Slam Champion, came in fourth at the National Individual Poetry Finals, third at the Individual Word Poetry Slam, and won the Women of the World Poetry Slam. She is also among the most incredibly awesome people that I know. A small selection of her poetry can be found on her website here

Ellen Orleans is humour writer here in Boulder. She's won the Lambada Literary Award for her book The Butches of Madison County, and she's also the author of The Inflatable Butch, Who Cares If It's a Choice (one of the funniest books that I have ever read), Can't Keep a Straight Face, and Still Can't Keep a Straight Face.

So far, Andrea has emailed me back, and I'm just waiting to see her opinion on the starting price.

I've finally got all my ingredients for the bourbon balls. It's turning out to be more expensive than I figured, but I don't care. The price had me wavering on whether to make a practice batch or not, but I decided that I should. I want to make sure that these turn out well.

And now for something completely different: a look into my life at the moment.

A few days ago, I found a book in my bike pannier. It was not my book. It's called The Seat of the Soul, and it appears to be a new age self help sort of book. It's not a cheap pamphlet type of book. It has a price tag for $12.00. I have no idea why someone would leave this book in my pannier. Did they just want to get rid of it? Were they trying to do an random good deed, and help a random person uncover the mystery of their soul? Were they simply looking for a place to put their book down, thought that my pannier would be a good place, and then forgot? The world may never know.

Work is going all right. They've increased my hours, which means more money, but less free time.

I rented two movies the other day. One was Blackbeard's Ghost, a cute family film that I remember really liking years ago. The other is called Walk All Over Me. The cover features two sexy women in fetish gear, and the tagline is "Love. Latex. Larceny." My complex and twisted psyche: welcome to it.