Its struck me a couple of times in the past that sometimes english, despite figuratively having stolen the wife and raped the cattle (not neccessarily in that order) of virtually every major language in the past few thousand years, is woefully inadequate to describe some situations.
As an example, my dilemma I had was akin to that of seeing a hot girl with an interesting tshirt that you cant quite read. Youre actually trying to see what it says, but by the time youve angled yourself so you can read the bloody thing, your eyes meet and its all too obvious that the honest reason is *never* going to be believed ( "I was trying to read your shirt, and was not in anyway working out a topographical map of your chest that I can wank to later".)
Essentially I had a shift today, but this morning I woke up with such crippling pain whenever I moved my shoulder I just lay around gasping like a fish suddenly liberated from its piscine wanderings and just told to get on with breathing the air, since we dont have time for you to evolve lungs, thankyouverymuch. I called in and said I couldnt make it but was cut off before I could say why. It was at this point (well, I tell a lie, it was about half an hour later) that I thought "Fuck, theyre going to think im hungover!". (I havent had a drink in a fortnight, mores the pity.)
And then I was faced with the agony of choice. Let them think I was basically blagging a day off, ring them up and set things straight, and look like a complete loon in the process, or just leave things and hope for the best. I opted for the third.
I think about things too much. Regardless, English needs a word for this situation.
"XYZ - The creeping embarrassment you get when people assume a more sinister interpretation of events with innocent intentions." Any suggestions, put them in a comment.
In the event my shoulder seems to have recovered from the shitfit it decided to throw, and Ive managed to have a fairly productive day actually studying so my life isnt as much of a train wreck as it has been the last few months/years (deleteasinappropriate) and things are starting to look up a bit. I may elaborate on this point later.
Things to do this week:
1) Sort out SG subscription.
2) Grab a second job with more hours than at the hotel.
3) Study,study,study,study.
4) Cost a hifi system of seperates of 2nd/3rd/4th hand stuff as cheap as possible so I can go and buy a load of cheap vinyl awesomeness since all the newfangled inventions like cds and magnetic tapes and stuff spawned an industry of utterly appalling shite. Nevermind that fancy-dan laser light stuff, I want me a system that carves into the record if you jog it, dammit!
5) Cost any other pipe dream I care to name.
As an example, my dilemma I had was akin to that of seeing a hot girl with an interesting tshirt that you cant quite read. Youre actually trying to see what it says, but by the time youve angled yourself so you can read the bloody thing, your eyes meet and its all too obvious that the honest reason is *never* going to be believed ( "I was trying to read your shirt, and was not in anyway working out a topographical map of your chest that I can wank to later".)
Essentially I had a shift today, but this morning I woke up with such crippling pain whenever I moved my shoulder I just lay around gasping like a fish suddenly liberated from its piscine wanderings and just told to get on with breathing the air, since we dont have time for you to evolve lungs, thankyouverymuch. I called in and said I couldnt make it but was cut off before I could say why. It was at this point (well, I tell a lie, it was about half an hour later) that I thought "Fuck, theyre going to think im hungover!". (I havent had a drink in a fortnight, mores the pity.)
And then I was faced with the agony of choice. Let them think I was basically blagging a day off, ring them up and set things straight, and look like a complete loon in the process, or just leave things and hope for the best. I opted for the third.
I think about things too much. Regardless, English needs a word for this situation.
"XYZ - The creeping embarrassment you get when people assume a more sinister interpretation of events with innocent intentions." Any suggestions, put them in a comment.
In the event my shoulder seems to have recovered from the shitfit it decided to throw, and Ive managed to have a fairly productive day actually studying so my life isnt as much of a train wreck as it has been the last few months/years (deleteasinappropriate) and things are starting to look up a bit. I may elaborate on this point later.
Things to do this week:
1) Sort out SG subscription.
2) Grab a second job with more hours than at the hotel.
3) Study,study,study,study.
4) Cost a hifi system of seperates of 2nd/3rd/4th hand stuff as cheap as possible so I can go and buy a load of cheap vinyl awesomeness since all the newfangled inventions like cds and magnetic tapes and stuff spawned an industry of utterly appalling shite. Nevermind that fancy-dan laser light stuff, I want me a system that carves into the record if you jog it, dammit!
5) Cost any other pipe dream I care to name.