snow again

something happened two years ago and i haven't posted since: kenny. it's a wonderful story, but I won't tell it here. i absolutely love being in love, which i am, in a pretty earnest way. i know everyone else has their own wonderful stories, but mine is the most wonderful in the entire history of the world, ever. still.

i'm sitting on my bed in my new fuzzy blue pajamas, wishing my medicine would make me feel better, drinking tea, and hating the snow. i'm tired of it. there's snow on top of snow on top of ice on top of old, dirty snow, and it's snowing again.

so, last year (sometime in 2008), i had an awkward moment when a coworker (from one of the seven jobs i held in 2008) told me a story. [all identifying details have been removed to make this story less interesting.] this coworker (see? you don't even know whether they are Sex: M/F) was relating a funny occurrence that happened another year when they had heard a strange, repetitive noise and couldn't figure out what was going on, so they asked this girl who worked at the workplace before i came what it was, and found out she was causing the noise by being anal about the way she was doing her job. i tried to laugh and say something socially appropriate ("oh! that's really funny!"), but it was a little forced. see, what actually happened was: two weeks before, i was being a perfectionist, trying to do my job to my satisfaction, and my coworker suddenly asked, "what is making that noise?" and i explained how i was trying to get something just right. yeah. it didn't happen a year before. memory fallibility. it can make for some awkward moments. i wondered if my coworker had some inkling that they were telling me a story i was part of, but i couldn't tell. i hope i'm a little more self-aware, but then again, maybe people just aren't telling me when i repeat myself... because it's awkward.