So I got home from work tonight and passed out. Like "drool on the pillow, dead to the world" passed out. I didn't come around until 9:30 and even then it was a rough transition. No good.
I forgot to relay last night something really aggravating that occurred on Monday afternoon. I had an interview at the courthouse Monday afternoon. Never mind that I never go to the courthouse and the last time I was there it was still being completed and I was on a construction tour. Needless to say, my complete ignorance about the fact that I'd have to go through a security screening or that my camera might not be allowed inside without explicit permission from the powers that be was merely a blip on the afternoon. I was totally over it. My interview ran long. Really long. It was good and productive but long. I didn't get out of there until 4:30 or so.
So I took myself to the coffee shop across from the courthouse to grab a white chocolate mocha (yeah, no more Lent!) and have my parking ticket validated to show that I had patronized one of the street-side businesses and thus get free parking. I handed over my parking ticket. The gentleman at the counter was way attentive. Uber attentive. So attentive he held onto my parking voucher well after I had received my drink. Let's just say he didn't mind that I look 13 years old.
Nevertheless, I didn't fret. I had some calls to return so I sat down with my cell checking messages and returning calls. Eventually the guy brought my ticket out to me. I thought nothing of it and put it in my wallet and thanked him.
That is, until I went to exit the parking deck when I was informed by the parking deck attendant that my ticket had NOT, in fact, been validated. I was incensed. I said, "Oh, because the guy said he would do it. I guess he didn't. I mean, I obviously went to the coffee shop, here's the coffee FROM the coffee shop." I didn't really expect the guy to say, "oh wow, yeah, you did go there, let me get that for you," it was just the implication that I was trying to lie that really irked me. The parking attendant was not born in America. It's just a guess, but I'd bet money on it given his accent. He was just trying to do his job. And still, by the third time he thrust the parking ticket in my face and said, "You see, if you had it validated it would have a stamp on it like THIS. Yours doesn't have a stamp. It's not validated," I wanted to hit him - hard.
By the third or fourth time I got really frustrated and said, "Look, I get it. The guy didn't actually validate my ticket. I'm just telling you, I did go to the coffee shop. He took my ticket and disappeared with it for a year. I get it. It's not stamped. It needs the stamp. I get it." He then muttered something like, "I just want to show you that it's not just you. I need the stamp from everyone."
What? No shit you need the stamp from everyone - lay off the stamp! This guy was so high on needing the stupid stamp on the tickets it was insane.
Even recounting it again is getting me all hot and bothered. What was REALLY bad was that he was acting like he was doing me some kind of favor my explaining the whole stamping thing to me. I still paid my $3 and I still know you need a stamp. I don't need a 15-minute lecture about what the stamp looks like, where it will appear on the ticket and who needs them. I get it.
I had a co-worker turn to me at the end of the day today and say, "You look like you're going to shoot someone, White."
Wow. It's that noticeable, eh? Hmm...
I don't know if you guys caught the news tonight or not but there were fires all over the place today. There apparently was a sanctioned burn somewhere in South Carolina (I found out from a fire department e-mail) but there also was a brush fire off Sardis Road North right by our office this afternoon. I smelled wood burning everywhere I went today. I couldn't get the smell out of my nostrils. It's kind of a discomforting smell in spring when the weather is spiking up to 70. You expect wood-burning smells in the winter. That's when they're welcome and comforting. But when it's warm out and you smell wood burning and see a haze of smoke all day, it's disquieting.
And in music news, I've started compiling my recent penchant for female power songs into an iTunes mix I simply call "Girl Power." Any suggestions on what else to add would be fabulous. I added No Doubt's "Just A Girl" tonight. Not exactly a power song, but the implications are there. It got me thinking, there aren't really any man power songs exactly. Guys don't need them, of course. They have Y chromosomes full of testosterone for that and have always made more than us women so it's not like they're really hurting for a Justin Timberlake version of "I Will Survive" or "Brothers Doing It For Themselves."
This is interesting when you consider what it means to "be a man." I started thinking about this the other day when CW sports editor C. Jemal Horton started talking about his really rude treatment at a recent tournament and how he turned to another guy who stepped in to help and said, "I really appreciate you treating me like a man ... stepping up and being a man ... etc."
Women don't have that kind of language. There's nothing equivalent for us that I can think of. You don't see us turning to each other and saying, "Finally! Thank you for having the decency to speak to me like a WOMAN." Or "Nice to see you step up and be a woman."
Now, of course, we have "be a lady" and all of those connotations, not all of which are fabulous, a point which is arguable.
But thinking about it all just made me laugh. I'm going to try and insert it into conversation somewhere. "Thanks for talking to me like a woman. I really appreciate it."
Maybe I should start penning male power songs. Or we could convert some of the girl power songs into male equivalents, songs that would largely cater to a metro-sexual audience in my opinion. "Natural Man" maybe?