Last! Day! Last! Day!
It's my last day in the office. Words cannot express my joy.
Thanks for your sympathy for my ankle scrape! I'd like to take this opportunity to address a few of your comments and questions.
1. Dude! Is that your first "scooter blood"?! Yes, Terri, it is. I've never even had a parking ticket here, let alone an accident. The fact that it's my last week here, and that this little accident involved only me and a wall, makes it all the more painful.
2. Is your brilliant use of a maxipad a stinging indictment of society's taboos concerning menstruation, or just a makeshift bandage? Thank you for noticing, Mindy. It was indeed a stinging indictment (heavy on the stinging part).
3. Thank you, Mia, for your professional opinion and for diagnosing my ankle as a priority 3 patient. I'm sure you're remarkably good at your job, but clearly this is a priority 1 emergency. Here I am thirty-six hours post-scrape, and my ankle looks like a cross-section of raw sausage. I am considering a skin graft.
4. Goodness! Will you wear the Pad to your last day at work? My mother will be relieved to know that I bought proper gauze last night. I did, however, wear a pantyliner to work yesterday. It was no match for my, uh, heavy flow, and I had one disgusting sock by the end of the day. (Kim, your capitalization of Pad is a nice touch, elevating an ordinary object to the status of a proper noun -- like that gardening tool advertised on TV: the Claw.)
5. How'd you get it to stay on? Well, Ms. Strizz, I simply applied the Pad to the Wounded Area, peeled off the paper backing to expose its adhesive strip, and carefully pulled a sock up over the whole thing. Stuck to the inside of my sock, the Pad stayed in place perfectly.
6. What the heck were you doing scraping against a wall on a scooter, anyway? Are you kind of spastic? Mariko, you have to learn to just come out and say what you mean. Anyway, I was hoping to avoid the question of how this happened, but here goes: In Taipei, you usually park your scooter on the sidewalk (forcing pedestrians to walk in the street). I was leaving the place where I had parked, and I had to drive a block on the sidewalk, in the narrow space between the row of parked scooters and the concrete wall, to get to an opening where I could get onto the street. And I got a leetle too close to the wall at one point. Basically, it was a foot sandwich, between a slice of concrete and a slice of scooter.
OK, much to everyone's relief, I'm sure, I'm going to change the subject. Many months ago (maybe a year?), I promised photos of a Taipei subway station. I had written about how nice and clean they are, and how they have flashing lights on the floor that indicate a train is approaching, as well as arrows on the floor that show where the doors will be. I even went and took some photos. For some reason, I never posted them.
But ~Jo~ didn't forget! She wants to see those arrows and flashing lights! Here's a shot especially for Jo, of a train arriving at the station:
And here's another shot, especially for my fellow Grammar Avengers:
Did I mention today is my last day in my windowless office? The office to which I have to bring my own toilet paper? The office at which I lose an hour's pay if I'm a minute late? It's! My! Last! DAY!
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Last! Day! Last! Day!