i'm a pixel here, myself

This one's a little longer than usual. Part three of a four-part story arc. (We're not done yet!)

highschoolery, part 14
Jensen/Jared high school AU
[all parts]

( highschoolery part fourteen )

So Downstairs Boss sent Upstairs Boss, Longwinded Consultant, and me an email saying "[Harvard Boss] is here, let's do lunch". Therefore today we had a "project lunch". Now, dear friendslist, if your boss says you're having a project lunch, do you assume s/he's paying (or the department is)? Because that was *my* assumption, but apparently Downstairs Boss only treated Harvard Boss and left the other three of us to fend for ourselves, monetarily. At least the food was good.

I appear to have subtracted a week in here somewhere. I was *certain* that tonight was a dress rehearsal, and yet when I got to the church where we perform, nobody was there. So I biked to the rehearsal auditorium, and voilá, a chorus. Turns out the dress rehearsal is *next* week. ::headscratch:: I'm too young to be losing my memory, aren't I?

The tea stain on the carpet that steam cleaning was supposed to make go away? It seems to have returned. Apparently I didn't hit it hard enough with the cleaner? Whatever. Time to go for the big guns: a cup or so of steam cleaner soap and a kettle of boiling water. I kid you not. If that doesn't work, perhaps a bleach solution -- the carpet *is* off-white, after all.

I wrote the second half of the recently-posted part of highschoolery while sitting in the park that's less than a block from my apartment. In the sun. With my sleeves rolled up. WELCOME BACK, SUMMER!

We're ignoring the part where I say that I feel huge and bloated and ugly and exhausted and goddammit why can't I take three months off from everything and become a hermit. If we ignore how awful I feel recently (and it's not an actual disease, I don't think) it might go away. I kind of doubt it, though.