Thursday

Thursday, February 17, 2000
@ home        1851hrs

    Well, today was much more productive than most days for the last two months.  Maybe not productive for my employer or my wallet, but personally productive.  I feel like I actually accomplished something rather than just attacking over and over that ever-growing pile of UCC-3 forms at work.  (Insert Sisyphus comparison here.)

    I only worked four hours today.  Took half a day to get my tooth filled.  Before I get into talking about my day, I want to touch on an issue in my office first.  My supervisor is gay.  It’s not really an issue, just something that bothers me.  And it doesn’t bother me that he’s gay, it bothers me that he insists on making it known.  From the rainbow watch to the rainbow mousepad to his comments regarding Austin bathrooms and male coworkers’ “tools,” he continually brings it to the forefront.  Here’s where my problem lies, though.  Any time someone says gays shouldn’t be in the military or there’s even a trace of prejudice against them, homosexual rights’ group will burst upon the scene waving their rainbow flag and yelling about sexual preference being a “bedroom” issue rather than a “political” or “workplace” issue.  Well, then, why don’t we keep it in the bedroom?  Why is there a need for rainbow mousepads?  I’m not allowed to have pictures of naked women in my cubicle (which seems like the perfect way to tout my heterosexuality).  Matter of fact, I think I’d like to have a love-in at the office once a month just to prove it.  I don’t know.  I just think if a group of people want us to believe an issue is something for them to privately figure out for themselves (which I believe homosexuality is and fully support those people), then it should be kept to an acceptable level of volume.  There’s no need for flag-waving and the such.

    So, after work, I went to the dentist.  The girl who prepped me wanted to talk about the new Leo movie, The Beach, after she saw I was reading Alex Garland’s book of which the movie is an adaptation.  I tried to explain to her that the book is more of an illustration of the commercialization and Americanization and ruination of once pristine, sparsely populated areas rather than just adventure the film most likely portrays..  She quickly lost interest.  But she offered me some of that good laughing gas stuff for ten bucks.  Man, that stuff is damn good.  Hadn’t had it since I was a little kid.  Whoo.  Felt good.  Dentist couldn’t do the filling after drilling because the cavity was down to the nerve, so he put some other temporary thing in and said I’d come back in two months if it worked out alright.  If not and it started hurting, come in and we’d just pull it since it’s a wisdom tooth anyway.

    After that, I headed over to the local Mailboxes Etc. and got two passport pictures taken.  Then to the post office and secured myself a post office box.  They don’t do passports at the Cedar Park post office, so I drove over to Round Rock, to the post office within rock-tossing distance of Dell and put in the paperwork there.  Much less of a hassle than I expected.  This all took an hour or so, although it sounds like so little.

    Finally finished with all that, I headed over to Barnes & Noble to check out Lonely Planet guides to Egypt and Costa RicaDori recently sparked my interest in Egypt after spur-of-the-momently leaving for three weeks of backpacking there.  Then I read some Salon articles on Dahab, Egypt and its $5 huts on the beach.  I was sold.  But I was unsold at B&N today reading the guide book and finding that even out-of-season, plane tickets cost over a grand roundtrip from the US to Egypt.  Oh well.  Maybe Mexico.  😉

    Oh, and the mall sucks:  too many great-looking girls.

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