Chapter Five Hundred Eighty-Three: Idol Confession

2-16-2005 - sometime at work

So Mid-February Day (christened as such by the inimitable Joy) passed without much incident, except for my eating an entire large bag of conversation hearts in, um, a day and a half. Whoops. They're good, though! And now half-price at the Safeway down the street. Yesterday it rained so hard I didn't want to bike in to work, so Mini-Em drove me in and then picked me up again at the end of the day, when it was still raining. I could have stayed and worked from home, had I thought about it, because timesheets (which I thought were due, it being mid-month) are not in fact compulsory for exempt employees (that's me!) who don't take any time off in the first half of the month. Oh, well. Today I took a chance and biked in (the rain had stopped, however briefly), and things seem to be clearing off -- I should be able to hit the gym this afternoon to work off those conversation hearts.

Work is... monotonous. It's pretty much the same thing day in and day out, with minor variations depending on what exactly I'm doing, but it pays well and I don't hate it. I have two bosses and a coworker working on the same project as me: The Visible Boss, ironically, does not work in my building, and we communicate largely by email. The Invisible Boss, again ironically, does work in my building, but I never see or hear from him. Soccer Chick is my coworker, though she'll be leaving in late summer to get set for a PhD program at Berkeley. New Mom is my other coworker, but I haven't seen her in a while since she's on maternity leave, having just had her baby before Thanksgiving.

Mini-Em and I have been watching American Idol since last January (I blame Rebekah) and I am totally that show's bitch now. As usual, it's easy to see which contestants the show favors, and I can only hope we end up with at least one person in the finals that we haven't seen up to now. The chances of this, however, are slim-to-none. Mini-Em really likes this faux-rocker guy named Constantine, who I think is totally fake and pretentious. He was in two Broadway touring companies, but tries to put forward this "rock" persona that's completely false. It would be sort of amusing if he weren't so annoying. Yet another pimpee is Carrie, a "farm girl" from Oklahoma, who is being put forward as a naïve child of the farm, when she's actually been singing in country bands for quite some time. Ahh, pimpage by the producers. It's so obvious what they're trying to get at.

Plans for tonight include a trip to the gym, maybe a little video games, and then watching kids' dreams get crushed on national television. Yes, American Idol continues tonight, with the reveal of the semifinal folk: 24 people out of whom we will choose 12 -- 6 boys and 6 girls. Oh, the suspense.

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