Tales of Day Off Nothings

My mother just sent me a care package with not one, not two, but twelve Tony Robbins self-help double disk CDs. And a helpful video.

I am now the round owner of two dozen self help CD's from scary Tony Robbins.

And oddly enough, my mom wasn't trying to tell me anything. She has had them lying around - unopened - for five years, and hasn't used them, so she sent them to me. They will be heading to the local library ever so soon.

*nods head in disbelief*

In other news, I realized (well, consciously, I always knew) that I have two identical Elmo dolls in my apartment. One sits on a Kleenex box on my dresser under my mirror, and the other sits in my mail basket. The one in my mail basket is naked. The one on my dresser is wearing an off-white scrunchie as a collar and about half a dozen gummi bracelets.

I find this odd. Do you thin that Mail!Elmo is jealous of Dresser!Elmo's saucy attire? Or maybe relieved that he is somewhere that he can't be randomly bedecked when the mood hits me.

I haven't done bout my car yet. I probably won't today. Maybe tomorrow.

And I was up until 2:30 in the morning reading pepperlandgirl4's Buffy/Mr. William (and the sequels) series. It's fabulous. And I want more. Now. They good news is, I can probably get it! Pepper is a lean, mean writing machine.

A ruse by any other name . . .

So, I lied to my job. Well, actually, no. I didn't. When I took the days off two months ago I was going to Rhode Island with my family and I was going to be gone from the 14th (today) to the 18th (Monday).

I just didn't mention that the trip was canceled.

But I still wanted the long weekend. So I took and and if I didn't actually tell my boss that I would be chilling in Bayside instead of Watch Hill what's the harm? I still have the vacation days. Ity's not my fault that I happen to be starting a new job in a week and a half. I didn't plan it this way.

Oh. And instead of taking off Monday I am taking off next Friday. So I will be having three long weekends in a row what with this weekend, next weeks long weekend and the Labor Day (How is it already almost Labor Day? I don't understand!)

But the point of my tale is not just to let you all in on the scam, err, modest, painless deception (The minion intern is still there and often bored, so she can do my job) but to explain that the one small teensy weensy problem is that my friend who got me my current job (because he worked there) is always on IM and happens to have my IM ID. You know, the one that pops up if I am signed on? And I am guessing he would be suspicious if I was on line my entire vacation weekend.

So I did the only logical thing. I created a new AOL account. So if anyone is chatty or IM-y or e-mail-y or anything, they can reach me at:

Angelchicken76@aol.com or just plain Angelchicken76 if it is an IM thingie.

That's all.

Now pardon me while I chuckle/laugh maniacally and twirl my tiny mustashe.