Apparently I’m killing time by multi-tasking. I’m drinking beer, listening to my iPod (which, as Wilmy and I discovered, has some remarkable properties when written as “iPOd!”), posting on here, and balancing/trimming/repairing old scanned photos. Which is why I have two more years of old pictures up (1986 and 1987).
I also checked out of my “hotel” early. Man this place is weird. I’ve mentioned before that it’s just a company who has about half the apartments in a complex, and then rents them out like hotel rooms, mostly to contractors who will be staying for months on end. The office (equivalent of the front desk, I suppose) is just another apartment, with office furniture in all the rooms. So I’m in there, waiting for a copy of my receipt, while some guy (an employee, I think) was sitting wearing nothing but swimming trunks and a towel, writing email via Yahoo!. He apparently wasn’t a well-trained typist; he’d sit up very straight and hunt-and-peck about enough keys for a single word, then slump back for a little while and breath heavily, then sit up very straight and painfully input another word. Repeat for the entire time I’m in the office.
While I’m watching this old balding man prove his technoferiority, another probable employee comes panting in. This is the other weird part: She just goes into the kitchen to grab something from the fridge and have a drink of water. Very strange.
But anyway, I don’t have to work tomorrow, and Monday’s a holiday, so I’m going to help KrisDi’s brother move in, and introduce her family to my mom (and vice versa). Mom’s also going to bring me a replacement pen for the one I lost (brushed steel Parker 25 — I’ll put up pictures when I get it).