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June 12, 2006

Just Call Me Quasimodo

I don't know about you, but I am transparent. A horrible liar. Every emotion I have reads on my face and my body like, well, a book. For me, apparently a book in which I am not saving Esmerelda from her fate in the streets. No, just a mundane story in which my body gives away my stress.

I start out the day with my shoulders where they should be, perpendicular to my nose. And slowly but surely, they inch up to be around my ears. In meetings I have to constantly remind myself to lower them.

BTW, if you haven't seen yourself videotaped in meetings? Watch your shoulders. See what happens when you're being confronted by difficulty. They're like the high-school-prom-date-do-the-Humpty-Dance-of-stress, man. Aw, takes me back.

Anyhoo, the psychologically back-breaking part of working again sucks, to be sure. But the REAL back-breaking part of working again? THAT IS MY FAVORITE EVER. My firm is split up onto three floors, and the library is on the floor up from me, and hail be to SOMETHING, there are STAIRS! And after every project, I get to haul up about 15 pounds of books back up to the library. I LOVE IT.

It really is my dream in life to be a sherpa. I don't know if it's the martyr in me (thank you, Mother), the Napoleon in me, what. But I LOVE me to carry something that looks ridiculously unmanageable. If you are local, ever need to move? Dude, call me up! I will haul 80-lb TVs until I can't move.

Speaking of broken (my back), though, can I tell you what has broken in the last few weeks?

I am just grateful all this breakage occurs when I have a job that pays for it all. But if this is just the beginning of the onslaught, if I'm about to be mobbed by everything that's been waiting for me to have a job to be able to pay for it?

Sanctuary! Sanctuary!

Posted by jen at June 12, 2006 11:06 PM

Comments

Crap! Is there someone videotaping me in meetings? I have a lot to answer for!

Posted by: Chris at June 13, 2006 07:15 AM

You're the cutest hunchback I've met thus far.

And I would like to add that I have witnessed the sherpa-Jen on MANY occassions. She is tiny, but mighty! She has helped me move countless pieces of furniture and giant rugs and huge unweildy crap from Ikea and a mattress and a dead body. Whoops! Did I say "dead body"? I meant, "coffee table."

Posted by: laurie at June 13, 2006 07:54 AM

Hmmmm. I am starting to wonder about Laurie's back 40. And here's to hoping that stuff will stop breaking.

Posted by: Dagny at June 13, 2006 09:32 AM

my shoe broke this week too! i think i told you this. now i'm stuck with really uncomfortable flip flops...this summer is not starting off well

Posted by: Penny at June 13, 2006 11:57 AM

"reinforced rebar"

You paint a pretty picture!

Posted by: dan at June 13, 2006 05:37 PM

The back 40 is privy to many secrets ;)

Posted by: laurie at June 14, 2006 12:55 PM

Where were you when I moved in? I hate carrying stuff. I am keeping you in mind next time I need something carried into my apartment. This attitude comes from having a father who is slightly misogynistic and doesn't believe that women should carry heavy objects. It is a role that I am fine with. I remember sophomore year, moving into my new dorm room - my roommate and her father were hauling in all her crap, while I sat on the curb, per my father's instructions, because he could carry everything himself.

Posted by: Gloria at June 15, 2006 09:02 AM

What is " reinforced rebar " ??

I'm a lurker...

;0)

Posted by: Laura at June 16, 2006 07:35 AM

How do pillows break? I'm not trying to be a word nazi or anything, but do you mean 'burst?' Is that what happened? I'm confused because pillows are soft...

Posted by: Jeff at June 17, 2006 09:02 AM