After cancelling my nail appointment last Saturday to help my grandmother get to the hospital, I was looking a little ragged. I did seriously consider if I could get my nails done and then head to her place to decide what to do. But I was a good granddaughter. So, I rescheduled my appointment for today.
What is it with us humans? Why can we not stop picking at things hanging out there, leave things along, no we have to keep picking and proding and poking at stuff until our hems are hanging , mosquito bites are bleeding and your nails are all ragged.
I figured I needed a little down time after another ridiculous week. While sat waiting for my appointment, I got an email telling me that the production floor sewer had backed up and the place was flooded. Tell me what they makes you think? Well, it made me think of the place full of dirty filthy water as team members sloshed through in knee high boots with little pieces of poop floating by. Facilities is not my responsibility, no, but I work there, and honestly all I could think is “oh, god, I’m going to have to reschedule all the lines again.”
So, while I sat having my nails done, I was wondering about poop. How much, where was it, what is happening, etc. This made my hour of relaxation a little less relaxing.
The nail salon I go to is run by a person of Asian descent and most of her employees are also. For many of whom, English is a second language. So other languages swirl around. Sometimes this can make for difficult small talk. So can poop distraction.
I was pulled out of my poop thoughts by the technician saying:
“You the way?”
“YOU the Way?” (accompanied by a shaking of the front of her shirt)
Um. . . .”I’m sorry, Pardon me?”
“The Way! Lose the Way?”
Oh! “Did I lose weight!?” Well, I look sunken, sallow, stressed, and rather terrible I thought, but no, I didn’t lose weight. Maybe my head shrunk.
“You look good.”
“Well . . . um. . . .thanks. No, I don’t think so. But thanks.”
That was unexpected.
June 16th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: I lost weight apparently (or started dressing better), and the reports of a flood were sensationalized. No poop, no dirty water. Just a little clean water up a couple of drains.