Implusiveness

It's Saturday night. I'm young. It's summer. I have a killer skirt and slutty shoes in my closet. Yet am I out taking advantage of all these things? No. I had too much work to do. One of the perils of working from home I've learned. When you don't have a building you have to report nor a set time in which you have to accomplish a certain amount of work, its easy to put work aside in favour of things like homework and Grey's Anatomy (OMG! Did you see that last ep? Callie wants to have a kid?! She's known George like 4 seconds. Wait, that's another blog....)


So I have a new job as a research assistant. Doesn't that sound all impressive and smart? Trust me, its really not. I'm pretty sure a well trained monkey could do the work I was assigned this week. To the point. Its part time and I can work anywhere I can use my computer. In fact, my computer is the one doing the actual work. I don't think, I just click. I spend a large portion of yesterday trying to figure out how I could work with my toes so I could knit (I thought about this while working). Unfortunately I do not have very good dexterity in my toes, unlike my sister and her freaky monkey toes, and I had to sit there and click copy and paste literally thousands of times.

This mind numbing work is taking longer than the prof I'm working for thought. or maybe I'm just slow. I don't know. Its not really important. The point is I was behind and I had to get my work done today. So Here I am at half past midnight on a Saturday in May. probably the one weekend all summer where almost everyone I know is actually in the same city (Mother's day weekend has its plus sides!) yet I can't do anything. Major pout moment here.

I decided to put on my snoopy PJ's and work on my bed (for a ridiculous amount of money per hour might I add. I'm getting quite close to double what I did last summer for far easier work and no screaming children. That part I love. I love it enough to forgive the job for being mind numbingly dull. Its a good time to let my brain nap). Now since I am unable to sit and work in total silence, I turned on the TV and Dirty Dancing was on. Like any product of the 80's I had to watch. I admit it, I am a closet Dirty Dancing fan. I want a Johnny. I want to dance like a skank, and pour water down the pants of the ass hole and be the hero for not really doing anything more than a normal moral person wouldn't do.

My favourite scene came on and I had to stop working. It's the one closer to the end where Baby and Johnny are dancing in in the white loft place and song where the singers say 'How do you call your lover boy?' 'I just call 'Come here Lover boy!' and such while Baby and Johny lip sych in a very flirty/dirty way, and Johnny is clearly ready to throw her against a wall have have his wicked way with Baby because shes a tease. Then that little nerd walks in on them and Baby and Johnny scatter and pretend to have have been having a regular dance lesson and that they aren't in Luuuuuuuuuuurve.

Anyway, that song got stuck in my head, so I looked it up on iTunes and found a 27 song 20th anniversary edition of the soundtrack with several remastered songs on sale for 9 bucks. 27 songs, 9 bucks. That ladies and gentlemen is $0.33 per song. BARGAIN! So I bought it. I wanted one song. Maybe two and I bought the whole thing on a whim. Yeah, I get impulsive when I'm trapped at home when I want to be out.