Random Thoughts from a Large Head

I was in the mood for a cheesy movie and was feeling too tired to wait half an hour for Elf tonight, so I joined the boys going to watch Timeline tonight.

Boy, was it BAD.

This review pretty much sums up what I thought about it: “What is hilarious is the way Richard Donner turns his cast into gang-improvisers, creating a lot of unseemly competitive shots of actors falling all over each other to center themselves in the frame.”

I wouldn’t advise wasting your money or your time. If you’re feeling the need to get rid of that $8 burning a hole in your pocket, you can just send it to me.

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I’ve just learned that I have three days that I must take off of work before the end of the year or I lose them. This surprises me as I haven’t even worked here five months, but who am I to judge?

So, the question becomes: what three days? I could a) take December 22-24 off, essentially getting 9 days off (December 20-28), b) take December 29-31 off, essentially getting either 8 or 11 days off (no word from corporate yet on Jan. 2), or c) take three random days off between now and then (one could be used as a day off before a Friday night holiday party, time to Christmas shop, etc.).

And, if I take 8-9 days off, should I extend my time at home in Panama City (I already have a ticket to fly out on the 24th and back on the 28th)? I love my parents, but that’s a loooong time to be in Panama City and away from my dog.

What to do?

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I hope you have a great one! And many more! I love you!

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The local gas company tried to kill me Thursday.

I finally got my gas turned on Thursday morning. The gas company connector came out to my apartment building, climbed down into our creepy basement, and turned on my gas. As part of the gas company’s full service, he also lit the pilots on my stove.

At this point, you’re probably saying, “But Leia, haven’t you lived in your apartment three and a half months now?” To which I say, “yes”. Which probably makes you think, “Umm… and you just now have the ability to use your stove?”, which means you severely overestimate my culinary inclinations and desires.

If it can’t be ready to eat in seven minutes with a minimum of effort (say, stabbing a hole over the main entree or venting a corner), I likely won’t make it for myself.

I really need the gas to heat my apartment.

But, back to the gas company’s futile efforts to end me (you should have realized at this point they were futile as I don’t anticipate being able to blog from beyond this mortal coil).

After lighting the stove’s pilots, the gas man departed and I was on my way back to work.

Eight hours later, I return home, noticing a odd smell. Somewhat natural gassy, but not overwhelmingly so. I figured that the smell was probably just from the gas man turning on all the burners and letting the gas run. A new gas smell, if you will.

Still, all evening I was slightly paranoid by the smell. Every lamp I turned on, every time the phone rang, every slight electrical current, I anticipated the fiery explosion.

Around ten o’clock, however, my paranoia increased. I was starting to feel light-headed and nauseous. I was tempted to go to bed, but my paranoia was telling me that I wouldn’t wake up.

I decided to call the gas company’s leak line. They sent out a representative around midnight.

Turns out I wasn’t being paranoid. I was smelling gas.

The man who connected the gas did not light the oven’s pilot light. All day, the oven filled with gas, which seeped out into my apartment.

Did I mention that I don’t have heaters in my apartment yet? I’m waiting on my landlord to get back in town and bring me the heaters to connect to the gas to heat my apartment.

So, Thursday night, when it is 42° out, I have to open a window in my apartment to air out the gas. Without heat. Then it started raining.

Between the gas inhalation, the cold, and the rain, I anticipate the onset of the flu any day now.

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