Rediscovering My Inner Efficiency

Yeah, that doesn't mean anything. It just sounds impressive. And basically what it means is that I refound my little memory stick and my desire to sit in front of a computer and type words (as opposed to sitting in front of a computer – hey, it's mandatory at work – and reading words). It also helps that I have news to share from recent events.

In order to prolong your enjoyment of my happenings, I'll tell them to you slowly. One at a time in great detail. Ok, really I'm doing it because I think it'll make FeyRhi poke at me, and that's darned funny.

But, regardless of my motives, here we go. I went to see my sister, Jolie, last weekend (more on that interesting adventure to come). She's big on "entertaining" me for reasons I don't understand so as soon as we finished one thing I'd hear the dreaded, "So what do you want to do now?"

In fact, before I even sat down after I got there on Saturday, she asked, "What do you want for dinner, nerd?" (We're a very loving family.)

I suppose I should provide some background as to WHY I don't look forward to that question. See, I'm a relatively bossy being. Combine that trait with a desire to please, and you'll find out that I often tell the people I'm with, "I don't know" or "I don't care" because I don't want to ram my desires down their throats. Oh, and I'm also lazy so it's exhausting for me to figure out how to mesh my pickiness with others' likes. Hmm, *rereads* I think that makes sense. Anyway, it makes my sister nuts when I do this. Absolutely bonkers. So I try not to do it as often, but (obviously) I don't succeed.

This time, I was rather proud of myself. I didn't do it hardly at all.

For the last couple of weeks, I've been craving Chinese. But, alas! I've been spoiled. There is an absolutely incredible buffet where Jolie and her husband (*thinks* we'll name him ….. Pukka! ... because that's what she calls him) live. Actually, I learned that I like Chinese at this buffet (Jolie figured they had enough "other" and "harmless" stuff that if we found out that I didn't really like it I'd still be able to eat). So when I say I wanted Chinese, I really wanted The Peking Buffet.

So when she asked what I wanted for dinner, I proudly announced, "The Chinese buffet."

*grins* Are you ready for it? ……………..

"Well, that's in the opposite direction of the show. What else do you want for dinner?"

In the end, Pukka suggested a restaurant for dinner, and we went to the Chinese buffet for lunch the next day. Now, oddly enough (or not if you know me fairly well), the whole purpose of this story was not to tell you how "horribly abused" I am. It was to tell you about my fortune from my fortune cookie.

So why the long run around? Because I'm evil of course!

And speaking of evil ….

My fortune was "accept your inner good". Now if that doesn't bring up all sorts (ok, two really) of interesting possibilities, I don't know what does. Are the (not so) ancient Chinese mystics telling me that I need to stop being evil and embrace the light? (Pfftt, I don't think so! Not while there's still a Newfoundland to conquer!) Or are they nudging me toward a path of less self-recrimination? Am I supposed to be a kinder, more gentler me … to me?

Personally, I'm thinking about rocking out on the theory that I'm really a magnificently evil overlord. Newfoundland, let this be your warning. I have my spies in place, the Kitten Mafia is ready, and attack is imminent! Surrender now and save yourselves!!

*mutters* Now if only I could manifest Romeo and Scot and have them make me some swords.


PS – What you have to look forward to …

Next time on … THIS BLOG … tales of Jolie, Pukka, Daphne, and "normality".