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lovers and excutioners Saturday night changed my mood completely and by the time that I left work this morning, I felt the best that I had in days. Naturally Nicole played more than a small role in this change, but some of the change came from myself. To put it another way, as the night went by, everything started to make sense to me again and I could just enjoy life. Late in the morning I had Nicole all to myself for probably half an hour. When I first saw her she was smoking a cigarette and reading a Harry Potter book. Her mom had recommended them to her and she doesn't seem to mind them. I'm talking about the books, not the cigarettes. When I first sat down, she said that she was going to take a nap, but that got forgotten as we started talking. The night had started off poorly for her. Within minutes of arriving at work she managed to get into a fight with her boss and ended up insulting him. Now none of this is new and both of us are convinced that this is merely a personality conflict at this point in time which in some ways makes it even worse. The man has been her boss for nearly three years and he still can't act in a professional manner with her. No, instead he taunts her on an almost daily basis and she fights back. Sigh. Suddenly the uneven relationship with my boss seems almost perfect compared to what she endures. I can handle an occasional lapse in memory from him and the accompanying insult that goes with it, but a daily assault would drive me insane. Of course I have said all along that the fact that I don't see him for at least two days of the week is one of the perks of my job. Then when I do see him it is only for an hour and a half at the most. Nicole and I were talking about her son and his exploits, which I always enjoy. Climbing is his new way to torture her. Just the other day he was found on the top of his dresser calmly putting these special stickers on the wall and then peeling them back off. He hadn't hurt himself and was actually being very organized in his effort with the stickers. This contradiction made it hard for her to scold him. Instead of launching himself off of the dresser he was just sitting there sorting things. How could she yell at him when he was being good in a way? She also went onto to say that toilet training is on the horizon which is always a struggle of sorts. I imagine that I'll get regular updates on this adventure. That two year to three year old stage is the one that I know best when it comes to children. When Tracy and I were together that was the age of her son so none of this is new to me. I was there when these kinds of things happened. What is even more strange is that I was the same age as her fiance when this happened to me. I'm not sure if this knowledge is what brings Nicole and I closer or not. Then again I might be one of the few people at work who will listen to these stories. I think that most of her coworkers are slightly younger than her or conversely are older than her and have children that are much older. What I do know is that she comes to life when she talks about her son and seems to relax. I would much rather talk with her that way than hear her complain about work. She can do that with anyone. In fact when someone else came along she immediately changed the topic of conversation from her son back to that of work. On an odd tangent I have no idea what will happen with me in the next few years. To put it another way I can not see myself ever being married. I think that I have gotten too old for such a thing and am convinced that if it doesn't happen before I am thirty-five then it will never happen. Suddenly I sound like a woman who's biological clock is ticking, but I think that I am right. One would think that maturity would make such a thing easier to handle, but I have grown very indepent over the years and the thought of someone being around all of the time would be a big shock to my system. Maybe someone will come along to convince me otherwise. Oh, I almost forgot. Nicole had a great story about her and her fiance driving to work. The roads were still slick with drifting snow and she felt the urge to make sound effects every time that he changed lanes or entered a curve. She would shout out things as though she were on a roller coaster or make comments that they were approaching some deadly curve and that they might not make it. To me that is so her and I would have loved it. Her fiance however kept telling her that he was trying to concentrate and to shut up. When I was with Brenda I would do something similar when I was driving. No. I did not shout at her. I was the one making the inane comments as we drove. I would read all of the goofy signs out loud in a dumb voice or read the silly license plates that people had. I needed to do something to make the ride fun. She never got it and usually asked me to stop. Sigh. The woman had no sense of humor. ... After seeing the play tonight, I am ninety percent certain that I'll renew my season tickets for the fall. It was a French comedic play from roughly the same era as Shakespeare and I could see some of the same devices at work. There was some gender role switching, liberal use of rhyming puns and a fool who spoke the truth. For me it was a nice blend of As You Like It, Twelfth Night and just a hint of Othello where someone loved too well. My sister and I were driving to a restaurant after the play when she pointed out this guy checking out my car. Apparently he couldn't tell what it was and was trying to get a closer look at the name on the side. It was so obvious that it was funny. It was something straight out of American Graffiti with me in the roll of Harrison Ford. We spent about an hour eating and talking. I walked away with the latest on her love life, her thoughts about moving out and her feelings about our grandma. It was a good talk and made the day complete.
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