Mild Exaggeration Ahead...
Oct. 13th, 2005 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfan(with apologies to Judith Viorst)
I went to sleep about two a.m. and I forgot to turn on the alarm and when I woke up there was barely enough time to get dressed much less look at my flist and e-mail and then when I was in the bathroom the light burned out and I could tell it was going to be a terrible horrible no good very bad day.
I think I'll move toAustralia New Zealand.
On the train ride to work the three teenagers who took up six spaces got to sit down and the unsanitary street person who was singing hymns got to sit down and the lady with the Louis Vuitton purse got to sit down even though she looked like she regretted it, and the twenty seven preschoolers got to sit down but I had to stand in the middle of the car and subway surf. "I need to sit down," I thought at them all, "I haven't had breakfast and my asthma is acting up and my knee hurts and if I don't get to sit down I'm going to burst into tears", but my psychic powers refused to kick in and no one even heard me.
When I got to work I had an e-mail from my boss's boss asking me to "volunteer" at a big charity event a week from now and I was going to say no only the people called on the phone and they were so desperate and nice that I wound up saying yes. Four people wanted help right away and I got so busy I forgot to put my cheap frozen pizza into the freezer so at lunchtime it was all crunched up and it didn't microwave very well and the cheese tasted funny. "I'm having a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day," I thought, but nobody was there to listen.
That's what it was all right, because after lunch I found out that some kids had come in and marked up the tables with gang signs and bent the frame of my new globe out of shape and left candy wrappers on the floor. And when my regulars started arriving I had to take each one of them aside and warn them that they were too noisy and rough yesterday and that I'd make the computers be "one person at a time" if they didn't shape up and they tried to shape up, but they forgot and I had to carry through with the threat.
I hope you sit on a tack, I told the ringleader. I hope that the next time you have a double cheeseburger the cheeseburger part falls out of the bun and lands in New Zealand.
I felt hot all afternoon, my monitor thingie sounded scratchy and funny when I used it, and I kept getting reference questions. The Homework assistance mentor decided she doesn't want to work on Thursdays. I forgot how to turn a graph into a formula even though it was an easy one, and I broke my favorite pen. And I told the kids not to mess with my phone, but I think one of them called New Zealand.
I told them I wasn't going to come in tomorrow so there wouldn't be any computers, but I don't think they believed me.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
When I got home I tried to change the lightbulb in the bathroom and the glass bulb part twisted right out of the metal screw part so I had to stand on the edge of the bathtub using metal pliers on an electrical fixture and I checked three times to make sure the switch was off and I still scared myself.
Do they have stronger lightbulbs in New Zealand?
There was braunschweiger for dinner because you have to eat it within three days and I'm tired of braunschweiger. The DVD case I brought home had the wrong DVD in it, my heater is making funny noises, and I have to finish up the two book orders that didn't get done at work before I go to bed.
I hate bringing home work.
The mouse in my kitchen got into the cupboards. I called my mom but she's not home and I had to leave a message on the machine. The doctor's appointment is first thing in the morning.
It has been a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
Some days are like that, even in New Zealand.
But Samfic and phone calls from friends make them better!
I went to sleep about two a.m. and I forgot to turn on the alarm and when I woke up there was barely enough time to get dressed much less look at my flist and e-mail and then when I was in the bathroom the light burned out and I could tell it was going to be a terrible horrible no good very bad day.
I think I'll move to
On the train ride to work the three teenagers who took up six spaces got to sit down and the unsanitary street person who was singing hymns got to sit down and the lady with the Louis Vuitton purse got to sit down even though she looked like she regretted it, and the twenty seven preschoolers got to sit down but I had to stand in the middle of the car and subway surf. "I need to sit down," I thought at them all, "I haven't had breakfast and my asthma is acting up and my knee hurts and if I don't get to sit down I'm going to burst into tears", but my psychic powers refused to kick in and no one even heard me.
When I got to work I had an e-mail from my boss's boss asking me to "volunteer" at a big charity event a week from now and I was going to say no only the people called on the phone and they were so desperate and nice that I wound up saying yes. Four people wanted help right away and I got so busy I forgot to put my cheap frozen pizza into the freezer so at lunchtime it was all crunched up and it didn't microwave very well and the cheese tasted funny. "I'm having a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day," I thought, but nobody was there to listen.
That's what it was all right, because after lunch I found out that some kids had come in and marked up the tables with gang signs and bent the frame of my new globe out of shape and left candy wrappers on the floor. And when my regulars started arriving I had to take each one of them aside and warn them that they were too noisy and rough yesterday and that I'd make the computers be "one person at a time" if they didn't shape up and they tried to shape up, but they forgot and I had to carry through with the threat.
I hope you sit on a tack, I told the ringleader. I hope that the next time you have a double cheeseburger the cheeseburger part falls out of the bun and lands in New Zealand.
I felt hot all afternoon, my monitor thingie sounded scratchy and funny when I used it, and I kept getting reference questions. The Homework assistance mentor decided she doesn't want to work on Thursdays. I forgot how to turn a graph into a formula even though it was an easy one, and I broke my favorite pen. And I told the kids not to mess with my phone, but I think one of them called New Zealand.
I told them I wasn't going to come in tomorrow so there wouldn't be any computers, but I don't think they believed me.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
When I got home I tried to change the lightbulb in the bathroom and the glass bulb part twisted right out of the metal screw part so I had to stand on the edge of the bathtub using metal pliers on an electrical fixture and I checked three times to make sure the switch was off and I still scared myself.
Do they have stronger lightbulbs in New Zealand?
There was braunschweiger for dinner because you have to eat it within three days and I'm tired of braunschweiger. The DVD case I brought home had the wrong DVD in it, my heater is making funny noises, and I have to finish up the two book orders that didn't get done at work before I go to bed.
I hate bringing home work.
The mouse in my kitchen got into the cupboards. I called my mom but she's not home and I had to leave a message on the machine. The doctor's appointment is first thing in the morning.
It has been a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
Some days are like that, even in New Zealand.
But Samfic and phone calls from friends make them better!
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Date: 2005-10-14 01:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 02:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 01:21 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:15 am (UTC)A terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
Date: 2005-10-14 01:23 am (UTC)and for future light bulb problems,
cut a potatoe in half and shove it into the broken bulb in the socket and turn...No metal pliers needed...
Re: A terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
Date: 2005-10-14 02:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 01:36 am (UTC)Poor thing! It sounds like a terrible, no good, very bad, *dreadful* day! I do hope it gets better for you.
Here's a link to one of my Sam stories you might not have seen:
http://www.storiesofarda.com/chapterview.asp?sid=2007&cid=8372
Hope that helps. Get some rest, dear.
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:17 am (UTC)Mind you, it was all just annoyances really, but I'm a bit cranky at the moment.
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Date: 2005-10-14 01:38 am (UTC)*hugs you tight*
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 01:44 am (UTC)But seriously ***hugs*** sorry your day was so sucky and if you can hold on till weekend, I can probably get you a Sam fic! :-)
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 01:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 02:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 02:04 am (UTC)*gives RSF cupcakes for dessert*
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:19 am (UTC)*glom!*
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:11 am (UTC)Would call, but will try to think of Samfic since I don't have your number.
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 02:22 am (UTC)Bergil sat down on the bench and sighed. He'd been up and down the streets of Gondor, from the Sixth Circle to the First and back again, so many times he'd lost count. He slumped on the seat, leaning his head against the back, and considered. Healing herbs, that was one, no, two trips if you didn't count the athelas. And then the hobbits had been following the engineers discussing rebuilding in the First Circle, and Bergil was a handy runner to fetch the new set of plans from the Citadel, when it turned out the old plans had been taken by mistake, and then when there was a serious error in the new plans he took the message back up to the Citadel again, and brought the answer down. And then there was...
He wasn't sure just how it happened, but somehow his head was resting on his pillow and he was in his own bed and so very warm and cosy... He didn't even open his eyes, but sighed and smiled and slipped completely into sleep from his half-doze.
Shhhhh, said Samwise, to any who approached. He'd found the lad half-asleep on the bench, he'd seen the gooseflesh on the too-thin arms in the fresh breeze this high in the City, and as he'd sat down next to Bergil to spread his soft Elven-cloak over the lad, Bergil had slumped farther, ending in Sam's lap. Well, he'd served as a pillow before, and under worse circumstances...
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:28 am (UTC)Thank you! What a marvelous snippet to go to sleep with tonight!
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:27 am (UTC)BEAUTIFUL.
*hugs*
BTW, the long Samfic still isn't done thanks to RL, but how about the opening? I think you'll like. . . .
*huggies gratefully and cuddles tenderly for today AND tomorrow*
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:31 am (UTC)And I'm glad you enjoyed the diatribe.
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 02:33 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2005-10-14 02:50 am (UTC)*hugs you*
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Date: 2005-10-14 04:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 02:56 am (UTC)I hope tomorrow is lots better! (it would be nice if it would stop raining too...)
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Date: 2005-10-14 04:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 03:27 am (UTC)I loved your Alexanderish post, but am so sorry it was one of those days. Here is a drabble and a half (give or take) for you. :)
Sometimes, on afternoons when the Gaffer judged that young Sam had done enough weeding for the day, Sam would corner old Mr. Bilbo in his study and smile and hand him a posy and politely coax him into telling a tale from his travels.
Eachtime, once Bilbo finished pretending reluctance to share a tale, Sam would bring him his pipe and weed and sit almost patiently while Bilbo filled and lit the pipe and when the smoke coiled about Bilbo’s head Sam had only to squint a little to see old Mr. Bilbo leaning his elbows against his letterbookmap littered desk looked more’n a bit like old Smaug worshiping his golden hoard.
Everytime, Sam would leave old Mr. Bilbo’s lair with adventure in his gaze, and his Gaffer would sigh and know that his youngest would likely come to a bad end, but he’d hold his tongue rather than dash the fierce gleam from Sam’s eyes.
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Date: 2005-10-14 04:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-10-14 04:25 am (UTC)i want to write some Sam for you these days but Pippin's been bothering me a bit more. :P
::still working on the h/c i sent you before::
Best of luck tomorrow~ i'll be thinking of you.
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Date: 2005-10-14 04:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 04:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 05:24 am (UTC)(I have to wake my mum up at 3 a.m. tomorrow to give her a pill. She is thrilled about it, and so am I!!)
I hope that your day got better once you got home, and had a glass of wine and a lovely long bath, and read all these lovely responses to your post.
*raises her glass to you*
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Date: 2005-10-14 05:34 am (UTC)Poor dear, I'm glad that a hot bath and a good book are still things to heal the wounds of a horrid day. *hugs you and sends Rosie with a marvelous breakfast to surprise you when you wake up*
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Date: 2005-10-14 05:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 06:43 am (UTC)((((hugs you))))
*sends Sam over to spoil you rotten and take care of you))))
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Date: 2005-10-14 10:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 10:55 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2005-10-14 12:12 pm (UTC)