turn the radio on

The PA system at work is hooked up to some sort of muzak radio, and they flip it around a lot. The worst weeks are when they leave it on the grating 'oldies' station and I am forced to hear that stupid song about a letter marked return to sender over and over and over again. Some nights it is constant bland 70s disco pop, mixed with a bit of classic rock. Every now and then the radio hits upon the 80s station and stays put for an evening. Nights like tonight when you hear Stevie Nick's solo stuff, the Cars, old Depeche Mode, the Cure, Pet Shop Boys. It's much more bearable this way, and it's only ever stayed on this station for two days in a row.

The point is that earlier I heard an Information Society song and it made me cock my ear towards the ceiling while I printed plat maps. It was strange, because I associate Information Society with a very specific era of my life and I don't expect to encounter it elsewhere given the age and relative obscurity of the band these days.

Information Society reminds me of being depressed, of wearing my headphones constantly during school and work, of day dreaming against bus windows, and most specifically I suppose, of the latter half of my relationship to my last boyfriend so many years ago. In all honesty, some of the memories are good but looking at it now just makes me sad.

can I go home yet?

At least today I have been productive. I did more in my first four hours than I did all day yesterday. The work quality fluctuates from day to day. It helps that they've opened up my queue a bit so I can actually see all the work in it.

Spent part of my afternoon hanging out with Melynda and picking up some things from the apartment. Alan's father is coming up for the UT game this weekend, and he's bringing my desk. My future mother in law did an amazing job restoring it, and I must show it to Cate. With my comfortable ancient green chair and a desk for the first time in a couple years, I think I'll finally be home.

My father's father owned a beautiful old roll top desk with tiny drawers and shelves. I want to own a home for three reasons. One, the security of knowing it will be mine until I decide to leave it and not having to worry about a landlord. Two, being able to have heavy furniture without worrying about moving it from place to place year after year. Three, not listening to the people living above or below me.

I want it to be time to leave work, so I can purchase snacks and go home for card playing. If I remember, I'll put the laundry on too, so we can have clean clothes.