Judith's thought-provoking soul-searching journal

Not all that strange, really.

This morning I was sitting in my office when I saw Larry, our building plan checker, pushing a xerox machine down the hall toward our "library". He said to me, in passing, that I no longer have to make the long walk to the copy room. I got up to investigate.

Several months ago we got a new xerox machine on a lease agreement with the company. We were immediately unhappy with it. It didn't copy fast enough for our needs, jammed frequently. We complained for months and finally got someone to listen. The grouchy finance people downstairs made arrangements and the servicepeople came in with a new machine for us, much faster and more reliable. We love it. But they failed to take away the old machine. When the guys came in with the new one they thought the old had already been taken away.

When Elsa called about the old machine the service folks said they didn't care about it. So Elsa and Carolyn cooked up the idea of using it down the hall, near me, for small copy jobs. It is now plugged in and ready to run.

I can't imagine another city where employees do this sort of thing, but I suppose it does happen.

I wrapped up an environmental study today and got it off my desk. Elsa gets to mail it out and send in the ad to the paper. Yahoo! Now I have another one to get to, work through. I like doing these in a way but am always relieved when I'm done.

I am not feeling completely well. I have a sore throat and am sniffling. Nothing earthshaking, just achey not-good feeling. I am debating whether to hit the gym this aft or just lie around and go to dance later and let that be enough. Oh, the decisions. I also have stuff to do in my house, stuff to clean.

then I go home. Lie down. Drink hot lemonade.

I am glad I went but I have such an urge to work on this dance, to get it better, to move right. I am so klutzy in it right now. I could really use a dance partner to work with. I am also tempted to check into the Madonna Inn. All it takes is to buy a drink and that's it for the night. Word is the floor is nice although the dining tables are starting to encroach on it.

The story in the class tonight was about Karsten's testimony in a jury trial today. Alex Madonna was sued by a woman who fell on this dance floor and because Karsten and Yiena dance there every week and were there the night the woman fell (but not when she fell), he was able to testify about the condition of the floor. Madonna won. WHich is to say, the woman lost.