1. I found out I really and truly didn’t get the job that I’d already decided last week I didn’t get.
2. I paid $300 to get my car fixed.
3. My washing machine broke. With soapy and sopping clothes in it. And because I spent $300 on my car today, I have no money to fix it.
4. Last, but most important: I’m worried about my father’s bypass surgery tomorrow. Even though I have no doubt it will go well. Hey, he’s my dad. I’m allowed.

The Rich:

1. I talked to my father, who is actually excited because he knows his life is about to be so wicked awesome.
2. RF wiped away the job angst by hugging me and giving me all sorts of reasons why I didn’t want the stinkin’ ol’ job.
3. Airycay is coming home tomorrow after being gone for a week. We’re planning coffee and gossip.
4. My car was fixed by noon, so I only had to bum rides for one day.
5. AJ hugged me when he found out about my day.
6. AJ also gave RF and me a gift of two rad floor cushions from Crate & Barrel. I likes to sitz my buttz on the floorz.
7. I emailed with sister Tiny Shay. She made me giggle at a high school memory.
8. I talked to sister DAM on the phone. We giggled about things better left un-blogged.
9. A former supervisor texted me to send him my rez ASAP.
10. I got to hang out with a happy baby all day, and we even went for a joy ride.
11. I got an email from friend LAK who sent along good wishes from her father to my father, even though they’ve never met.
12. At several points during the day, I felt not only needed, but necessary. Is there a difference? There is to me.

So the way I’m choosing to look at it: As crap as my day seems to have been, it was actually three times better than I thought.

Rock it.

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Turkey Lurkey–thanks
for dyin’. Now I gobble
instead of cryin’.

It even rhymes, which was accidental. But you’re welcome.

Have a great day!

Will I ever work?
I am the best candidate.
My great creds say so.

What is wrong with you?
I reinvent myself to
please you. So hire me!

Rest in peace, fellas.

Bernie Mac (October 5, 1957–August 9, 2008)

Isaac Hayes (August 20, 1942–August 10, 2008)

Tiny and I don’t live in the same city, but if we did and I could leave her a note in the spirit of some of these passive-aggressive dillhole note-writers, it might look a little like this:

Almost as much happiness as secretly assigning derogatory nicknames to people I don’t like. But that’s another post, for another time.

Many people I know suffer from the same compulsion to name objects, but most stop with naming their cars. I’m afraid I name more than I’m willing to fess up to.

But I’ll spot you a few. Some of my favorite inanimate objects have included (and yes, many of my cars made the list, at least to provide some semblance of normalcy):

The Couch: The 1982 Mercury Grand Marquis that I drove for several years when I first moved to town in 1997. A friend used to regularly sit in the back seat when I picked him up, proclaiming loudly that if the car had a TV and fridge in the back, he’d live in it. Had I had the money, I might have refurbished that beauty instead of donating it, although I don’t believe a TV and fridge would have made the list of necessary amenities. Plus, I’m really glad I donated it.

Funky Brown: The crazy 70s wooden lamp I bestowed upon my friend Casey when I downsized my furniture. Casey was the only one who I knew appreciated Funky Brown as much as I did, and my giving it to him involved much ceremony.

Syrup: The comforter my younger sister had in college that I still like to use to curl up on the couch. As it now receives regular washings, it no longer smells like syrup, though the cat pretty often thinks it’s a cool place to hurl.

Yellow Banana: My first car in high school, a ’79 Olds Cutlass. No guess there – it was indeed yellow. I’m not sure why I felt compelled to use the color in the name instead of just calling it “Banana.”

Garlic: The hedgehog ornament that comes out every holiday season. I have NO idea how that name came about. I think my younger sister and I thought he looked like he’d be smelly if he were real.

Christine: My second car in high school, an ’87 Ford Taurus. It had a mind of its own, and left a path of annihilation in its wake. This destructive force had nothing to do with its driver, of course.

Hendrix: My current car, a 2001 Mazda Tribute. A friend actually helped with the name, saying it was black and funky and smooth, like Jimi Hendrix. Unfortunately, it’s also following Jimi’s legacy of falling apart at a young age. I can’t get it to kick the oil habit.

So fess up. You know you’ve named your fair share of things that couldn’t sock you in the nose in their own defense. The question of the hour is…what?

–AE