Started my fancy new job this week as a census monkey! Technically, my job is Enumerator, but that doesn’t really mean much. I feel that census monkey is a lot more evocative. Basically I just go to the doors of people who did do their censuses and point out that they didn’t do their census, hey, what should we do about that? I am, like, three days in, but it’s pretty good times so far; I like talking to strangers while holding a clipboard. I had to take a pretty hardcore privacy oath (6 months in prison!), so I can’t blog the undoubtedly exciting confidential information I’m gathering.
I managed to elbow Kickboxing Erika in the eye on Friday. I felt the squish and everything! Gah! I started pulling back at the last second, so it really wasn’t hard, thankfully. Earlier, she punched me bare-knuckled, full on the head. These were both during defensive drills, so it was fault of the strikee, not the striker. We were both just having a particularly stupid day. Stupid to the point of, during one drill we got halfway through then just stood there, staring at each other for a full thirty seconds because we couldn’t remember who went next.
My dad came up today, and for Father’s Day I made him put a basket and a rack on my bike. Haha, I have such a nice-looking bike, and the rack and basket came from a yardsale and are attached with metal tape stuff and look like total crap. Fun fact about me: about 90% of what I own was free, and also I have no aesthetic shame. “Concept? Matching? Whatever, if I get the bike for free, then I can afford leather boxing gloves. And an extra yoga class!”
I had a fun bike adventure that didn’t involve actually driving it at all! I always kept it locked to a tree behind my apartment, and I got home the other day and the tree had been cut down, and my bike was gone. The part of my brain that does logic said, clearly, the landlord had cut down the tree and put my bike somewhere safe and I just had to call him and everything would be cool. But the part of my brain that is frankly way more fun at parties immediately thought, holy crap, some thief loved my awesome bike so much they cut down a WHOLE TREE to get it holy crap! It was totally the logical first one, of course. The cool-ass part of my brain is never right. I’m pretty sure that’s reality failing to live up to my standards.