THC INDUCED MUSINGS

This week was under the sign of the Chaos Gremlin. If I don't get my shit together next week's Grown Up plans are toast …

Currently: in bed; THC oil coursing through my body. Not good.

It all started with a door bell yesterday morning…

Why did the delivery people always have to ring my bell? Irritated, I turned to the other side of the bed. After a few minutes I realised that my friend came to fix the doors, so in panic I flew down the stairs as I was afraid he would leave.

An amused “oh lala” greeted me, in my haste I forgot to throw on a bathrobe and here I was in front of him, in my short black satin night dress.

I mumbled embarrassed “sorry, I'll get dressed” and ran up the stairs again. Finally decent, we had a cup of coffee and I read him the angry punk poem I wrote the other day. He liked it and told me he used to write poems with a couple of young artsy people back in Poland, his work was even published. The surprises one gets when friends open up. He liked my poem, and asked me to send it to him. “You should make a punk rock song from the poem” he said. Good idea! I immediately had something in mind like the Violent Femmes ( what a name). “why can't I get just one fuck” is pretty much the anthem of my life right now. I kept that thought to myself after the “oh lala” incident. Coffee seemed to bring a hint of focus to Miss Chaos Gremlin.

Should anyone wonder how my THC experiment is so far…. Cosy. Had half the fridges contents…

Back to yesterday. After my friend left, I had a video call with the guy from HR. I admired the artwork he was sitting in front of and he told me the long winding story of his artist father; which made HR guy look kinda sad, I mean, famous, skilled (and possibly hot) artist father and all he managed to do with his life was…. HR in tech?! But hey, whom am I kidding? Look at me, from edgy punk to adjusted tech sales. That thought brought HR back up to my level and I let my judgemental mind go. Actually, he was quite charming, warm…. Oh fucker, I know what you're doing! If you think you have me in your pocket just because you toss me a smile and charming stories, think again. I'm not signing any contract without legal counsel. How stupid does he think I am?! I'm Tech Sales baby, I have quarterly targets to reach and I smell what you're trying to do….. Warm smile, active listening, nodding, not too much. Well, he tries. Courtney Love yelling an angry song in my head, I smile warmly back and dial my attorneys number mentally already.

Update on THC state: giggling uncontrollably. Goes well here. Stoned and not tired at all. Which actually was the plan… Spray THC, sleep. Ugh.

Well… Back to HR guy. We said our goodbye and I dashed out. And into streaming rain. Great. But I had to go, so walked as fast as possible (which, honestly, is not really fast) to the train station only to arrive in time to see the train leave. The next one would come in 20 minutes. Enough time to buy a new set of clothes, as mine have been now soaking wet.

THC doing it's work, Violent Femmes “Add it up”... More tomorrow, wish me luck