Myra Lee � |
2004-01-15 - 11:46 a.m. Some days life seems so full of hassles. Today, for example. I had a doctor's appointment (with a "hand specialist") this morning. And I'm going to have surgery to have a harmless (yet annoying) cyst removed from my hand. I�ve never had surgery. I�m one of those never-broken-a-bone-or-seriously-injured-myself-in-any-way people, so I�m freaking myself out over the whole surgery thing. And then there�s the thing where the dry cleaner has no record of Erik�s million-dollar shirt, and I managed to lose the dry cleaner pick-up slip. And how did I manage to cover nearly every square inch of the floor mats in my car with coffee stains? They look like Rorschach inkblot tests. And I finally signed up for my 401K just like a real grownup, but I invested blindly. Sure enough, one of the mutual funds I chose happens to be one of those scandalous organizations that have been in the news as of late. And something about "planning for retirement" when I�m only 27 makes me feel horribly existential. And I still have my wisdom teeth, and they�re impacted. And why is there dirt under my fingernails? I need to be waxed. I seem to have killed another plant. I want to apply for grad school. I still need to send out Thank You cards for Christmas presents. I still need to send out my Hit Parade of 2003 comps. And now - at work - I have to try to persuade this really talented, really accomplished artist to illustrate a 60-page book for super cheap. I hate that humiliating moment of silence after I present our pitiful rate. And then I have to laugh and say something like "I know it�s not much, but with that fantastic 6% royalty, you stand to make a killing�no, really�I swear on the Bible�please?" Calgon, take me away. � � |
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