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A whole different world out there

Friday, September 18, 2009

I worked outside the home my whole entire adult life. I worked reduced hours when my children were infants, but other than that, full time 40 hours per week. The work we do outside the home whether it's a a business office or a manufacturing plant gets pretty routine. Our co-workers are our family in our "home away from home". And our relationships with our work "core group" vary depending our personalities. We know that we don't really like Joe in Accounting, but accept that he is who he is and can work in a civil relationship. or we really click with Phyllis in the lab and know all her kids' names, daily home schedule, etc. This to me is comfort, normal.

I was off of work this whole week. The economy is slow. This gave me plenty of time to get those tasks done at home that needed to be done. School had started, so I could do as I wanted at my own pace, without having to stop to make dinner or run my daughter to an appointment, a friends, to work, whatever. But then......I wandered away from home. Perhaps it began with that beer can in the cemetery, I don't know. But today as I ran errands during the hours I'd typically be at work, I found out.....it's a whole different world out there from 8-5 everyday.

My errands were simple. Two grocery stores, a pharmacy and a fitness center. First I went to Walgreen's. Really I only had to pick up my next hair color there and a few other items they had advertised. OK, OK. Yes I did get the candy bars that were 2 for $1. But in my own defense, these are medically and emotionally necessary during my cyclical "grazing" week. EVERY woman knows what I mean--back me up here, please. One needs to be prepared. I pulled into a parking stall
and as I turned my ignition off, a blue car next to me attempted to back out. I stayed in my car, courteously, and thumbed through the sales flier. Next, the car went forward, fast, and hit the concrete parking block. The driver inside and his passenger just sat inside. Hmmm, so do I get out of my car and hope his next attempt to back up works? Do I move to a different parking spot?

I sat there for a little while longer, now actually ripping out the coupons from the flier, then went into the store. I peeked out the window, once inside Walgreen's and got the license plate number of the blue dodge 4 door sedan. Thank goodness my car is dirty. That way the insurance adjuster will see all the damage surely to come of this. I imagined my call into the police "Yes, I'd like to report an accident" My car was in the parking lot and the car next to me must have backed out and hit my car" (Can you describe the car?) Well yes, it was a duck butt, dark blue dodge neon license number 141*****. (duck butt?) Yes, you know the kind of car with a rear spoiler? Well doesn't that look like a duck butt to you?. Anyway, I'm sure that would be the car that hit me. The driver inside was having difficulty controlling the car...probably too much drag created by the duck butt while backing and too much push while going forward--but that is just speculation on the performance of the duck butt feature. I'm calling my insurance company now."

I did get my few items rather quickly and peeked out the stores windows are couple of times. I rounded an aisle corner pretty quickly as my rubber neck was still looking out the window and almost ran smack dab into a little old man!!!! OH no, was this the driver of the duck butt blue Neon? No, thank goodness. It was some life like Halloween decoration called Willee Lee Life-like. He was life like alright. Okay, to the check out!!! Got out to the parking lot by my car and it was unscathed. Dirty, but unhurt. The duck butt blue dodge neon was parked there without anyone in it.

Okay, next stop, fitness center. I drove up the street a few blocks and saw one of those motorized scooters clipping up the sidewalk at a good speed. The driver was text messaging as he rode up the sidewalk. NICE!

My workout was interrupted by one critical teenage crisis call (at lunch time) about having to go with bff after school or well...who knows pandemonium!!!! Got my shower in before going to the grocery store(s). Okay, why waste my time on 2 grocery stores? That will be a different blog on a different day and has no relevance here.

Shower is done, but still have that "just out of the shower" look about me--you know 1/2 wet hair, make up applied, well in 1 minute, etc. Naturally as I'm putting the groceries in my car, a friendly man approaches me and talks like we are old friends. 'Hi, JoAnne, How you doin'?" (Auto response here) "Good, Good" And I'm staring at him and trying to figure out who IS this person? He sounded like Robin from at work in a different department, but this guy has a mustache and is actually very nice looking (quick check, oh yeah, I look like I was caught in a hurricane or something). Did I date him? No, I would not have dumped him, he's handsome. Finally, as I struggle, looking totally perplexed I fumble with "I'm sorry I don't recall knowing your name..."
Oh don't recognize me with out my white jacket on? some people don't I'm Dr. S**** (my personal physician)!!!!!! OMG!!! Maybe it was being red from the workout an hour before, but THIS man has seen at least part of me naked!)

"Oh, I didn't...".and something or other came out of my mouth even with my foot stuck inside One more errand--made it in and out okay. Finally made it home. "There's no place like home, there's no place like home". Yes, where my daughter was giggling with bff about all the important stuff in their world, where my silly dog and psycho cat live.

A girlfriend and I went for a walk before preparing dinner. It was so gorgeous outside. My daughter and friend also went for a walk. When I got home, on my kitchen counter sat 2 containers of warm Chinese take out. One was sweet and sour chicken and the other some type of chicken stuff. No note, just take out containers. I only know 2 people who always order sweet and sour chicken, one lives in Minneapolis, the other I haven't heard from since we broke up 3 years ago.

My daughter came home 10 minutes after I walked in the door. "Cool" I was hungry for Chinese" and she starts to eat it right for the container. We don't even know where it came from. We don't have a Chinese restaurant in the town I live in so now I have to figure out where it came from--Nancy Drew time!-AND it smelled awesome!!! After a few phone calls, we discovered that a neighbor of mine who has become a wonderful friend, dropped it off while we went for our walk.

Monday I go back to work. I work 8-4:30, things are normal there.
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CSIENK 9/28/2009 1:25PM

    What a fun blog! I work freelance, so some days I'm out in the 9-5 workplace and some days I'm not. Definitely two different places.

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