21 April 2003 (Monday)
choose your shoe
Somewhere way back when, buried in my word-processor diaries, I wrote this:
I am meant to walk through life. I am not meant to run.
This faded epiphany screams out at me every now and again. I'm a backpacker, not a marathon runner. I travel light but not without burdens; journeys require planning, as road signs may be scarce and I need to know where the campsites are. I try to make good time and cover decent ground in each day's trek, but the point is ultimately to take in one's surroundings, not to set stopwatch records.
In my work life I am surrounded by runners. Fit and athletic people, all of them, up with the sun for stretches and warmups, double-digit mile runs in every workout schedule. They consume food and drink products with the word "power" in their names. It's easy to label myself lazy among this crowd. Tempting to try and join their grueling sprints around the track, choking back tears of frustration when I can't keep up. But no: better to remember who I am. This isn't my sport. I want to see mountains.
posted by enjelani @ 01:32 PM PST [ link ]
an echeng moment
The morons at Fleet Credit Card Services have seen fit to slap me with a late fee and a finance charge, on an account that they closed for no apparent reason about six weeks ago (suspected identity theft, they claimed), and to which they denied me all access until quite recently -- specifically, until the due date for the March statement had already passed, and then with a new account number to boot. I was sweetly informed, repeatedly, that I should have paid the balance on time. Using silicon-compatible ESP and an uncanny memory for sixteen-digit numbers, no doubt.
I am resolved not to lose any lifespan due to hypertension over this sort of thing. It was actually quite fun composing an icily detailed letter of complaint. Not often that I get to be icy.
posted by enjelani @ 01:20 PM PST [ link ]