So yesterday Diane says to me:
"Do you have a problem with New Chick?"
and I said "Well, I don't like her."
"Why not?"
"Well, she doesn't like me."
"How do you know? She's only just got here!"

So I tried to explain it to her and she finally said "When we move, she's gonna be your boss, so you have to get along." and all I could think of is that I'm leaving anyway, so what does it matter, but I what I said was:

"I don't like everybody. I don't have to like everybody. I don't like alot of people."

But then I thought that maybe I won't get another job fast enough, so I really shouldn't burn my bridges, like Dave Jay did. And at that moment, I decided to make an effort.

I keep forgetting that my face is transparent, like cellophane, and everything I think or feel is as obvious as if they were printed on a billboard a hundred feet high, no matter how well I think I'm hiding them.

So I was friendly. And she was friendly back. I have a feeling that Diane talked to her as well. So we shall see what we shall see, but perhaps the ice has been broken.

I have about thirty pairs of gloves, I swear, but I never manage to put a pair in my bag before leaving the house, and yesterday was cooooold!! So I went to Bloomies and decided to explore the winter clothing section.

I found a swell pair of Isotoner mittens with knit backs, fleece lining, and suede palms for only nineteen bucks, and then I remembered that there had been a pair of blue fur earmuffs in the window before Xmas, and I thought I'd see if they still had any. I had a pair of rabbit fur earmuffs that I lost last winter and I've been meaning to replace them ever since, because they were the warmest things around.

Anyway, they had them, though not in blue, but I bought another colour and skipped out into the bright day, all toasty-oasty warm.

And then I realized my mistake.

I had chosen the red mittens because they matched my red winter coat, so there I was, bright red/auburn hair, scarlet mittens and coat, and (wait for it, wait for it), fuschia earmuffs!

People's eyes must have been bleeding.

A couple of weeks ago I was working at one of the new computers, and I decided to set the screensaver. There are some neat ones in Win 95, as everyone but me probably already knew, and one is a thing where you type in words and they appear as twisting 3-D word lumps (does that make sense?). So I wrote something, set the screensaver, and completely forgot about it.

The other day, I was standing near that computer when Danny sat down to try to fix it, started laughing and said "Kymm has been here!" "I have not!" I answered, then I looked, and the screensaver said in 3-D twisty letters:

"Bite me!!"

Yep. Pretty clear that was me!!

I was watching The Irish in America last night on PBS and I swear, I have never felt like such a shanty mick in my life, nor felt as proud of being one!

Slán go fóill!

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