  I'm feeling pretty absent today. Vacated. I stand for minutes at a time trying to follow one thought through to a sensible conclusion but not knowing what that conclusion is I don't know which direction to think. This is my lunch break. I almost never get through it anymore. Hell, I almost never get one anymore.
I really need to ask for a raise. A fresh can of Sprite (I obey my thirst) & a still-warm chicken quesadilla from Taco Bell & an air conditioner right over my head; this is the way to go. All this running around out there in the heat & dust & whatnot is not my idea of the way to go. But hey, I do what they tell me & ... I've been expecting the pink slip for the little red Kawasaki I bought last year & I still haven't got it. I don't know which of the likely hold-ups is responsible.
Did she forget? Is she too cheap to spring for a stamp? Did she lose it again? Did the post office lose it? Was she lying about finding it? Maybe she lost my address.
Maybe I should call her again to make sure she has it. It didn't sound like she was at home when I talked to her on the phone. & I don't think she has my number. Wait, her cell phone should have stored it when I called. Speaking of cell phones... This morning I had to take the bus again, & for some reason it was full.
The first bus, that is: I have to take two to get here. Anyway, I sat in the back, as I am wont to do, & was reading my library book, "Tu Cinco Sentidos," when the bus came to my first stop. I got up & told the guy across from me that it was his stop also (I had heard him telling someone he was going to the hospital right there) & I walked down to my next stop. I went to check what time it was when I realized that the thigh pocket of my Dickies shorts was empty. I don't usually put my phone in there because it falls out so easily every time I sit down, but I wasn't thinking about it & I checked all the other pockets & sure enough, it was gone. It is gone.
Somewhere between my house & the second bus stop it fell out of my pocket. I tried calling it when I got to work, but nobody answers. I'm hoping it went into some Foothill Transit lost-&-found, but I know the likelihood of that on a full bus is slim. Hey, it's a free cell phone. & a prepaid one at that with no kind of ownership or contract issue. Just go to 7-Eleven & recharge it.
So I figure it's a goner, but I haven't given up entirely on the decency of humans. There's a chance that the bus line has it, or that someone respectable picked it up, found the 'home' listing in my phone book, & called to leave me a message saying they've got it & I can come get it. A ransom wouldn't be too bad, as long as it fits the situation. I'm not paying over $50 to get back a $20 phone. Its value is in the time it's still got on it, which is somewhere around 70 minutes. So probably someone will use it up & discard it, maybe not realizing it's the Tracphone which is easy to steal.
Anyway, I'll keep calling it for a while & see what happens. Well, my break's over. Back to staring aimlessly at boxes for minutes at a time. Hasta luego. I can't believe this was almost 8 years ago. 
