May 20th, 2004

Fairytale Princess Amy

Toastmasters: from Monday

One of the table topics was "You're a mirror in an airport bathroom. Describe what you see." I started writing this drabble.
Oh the hustle and bustle of the maddening crowd. Being a mirror is like reading the middle of the story. You don't know where people are coming, and you don't know where they are going. You see people now, as they are. An instant in time. They change before my eyes, but the changes are small, minute changes, cosmetic changes that don't affect their general personalities. Others see those, couches, chairs, tables, counters, all I see are the quick changes. Layovers, last minute details before meeting their families, lovers, boyfriends, girlfriends, or business acquaintences, these are what see. I watch them as they refresh themselves. Dipping their hands in the water, brushing their hair out of of their eyes, making themselves as neat as possible. Fixing what they can, shrugging over the rest. They need me, but what do I need? They splash me with their neat quick fingers. It doesn't matter. I take a bath a few times a day to refresh myself. And they'll be gone by then, having left no impression on me. No impression at all.
A general Sluggy "blek"

Always missing something....

MLH: Do you want to go to a spec review meeting.
Me: Well, what specs are they going to be reviewing?
MLH: Just four quick ones, minimal database impact. (he's shifting from foot to foot as if he needs to go the bathroom, I suspect it's because he wants the conversation over quickly)
Me: Well, it doesn't sound like I need to go, I guess?
MLH: I'm sure it will be boring.
Me: Well, have fun.
I have the feeling I've played right into his hands, but to be perfectly honest, I'm quite happy not going to another meeting.
Oh, and he never did answer the question about what specs were being reviewed. I'm guessing I know which ones they are and for what project, but I could easily be wrong.