1 The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,Morning: I walk downstairs to the South Station Red Line. I see a very full train, doors open. I figure it's about to leave and just keep walking. Train's not going anywhere. I see an opening and get inside a car. "Attention Passengers/Ladies and Gentlemen, please be advised, due to a medical emergency at Downtown Crossing, we are experiencing some delays." Of course I have flashbacks. I would have called trijinx were I not underground where I assumed my phone wouldn't work. And I forced myself to stay put for a while, knowing that they would probably be running again by the time I walked to Charles or Kendall or whatever and here I was standing but I was standing in warm. I waited less than 10 minutes, and wWe actually made it to Harvard in ~15. There were still people standing when we got to Harvard, though, which I don't think I've ever seen on my morning commute -- usually it's pretty sparse that far out on the line. I meant to check boston.com when I got in to work but didn't think of it, and clearly it wasn't as huge a thing as last time.
because the LORD has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners, [Hebrew; Septuagint the blind]
2 to proclaim the year of the LORD's favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
3 and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor.
10 I delight greatly in the LORD;
my soul rejoices in my God.
For he has clothed me with garments of salvation
and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness,
as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest,
and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.
11 For as the soil makes the sprout come up
and a garden causes seeds to grow,
so the Sovereign LORD will make righteousness and praise
spring up before all nations.
Not the best morning ever at work -- accidents and miscommunications/failures to communicate and my prof being generally difficult. Le sigh.
Phone rings. Not really registering the Caller ID, I answer, "Elizabeth [surname]." I hear, "Eric [surname]." 'Twas cute.
Later, I called him and he answered. "Eric [surname], how can I help you?" I never get the official greeting from him. (Or at least I haven't since before recruiting started.)
I decide I'm too hungry for just my sammich and the apple I was gonna get and I lament not having almonds (it's on the list -- sadly, only workpeople would get that joke) and I see broccoli calzone on the menu. I get in line and look where the sign should be ('cause the food they have doesn't always agree with the printed menu) and the woman asks, "You want a calzone?" Way to go me and my getting a calzone three times last week.
We have dry-erase boards coming out our ears, and apparently one of them has been deemed "NOM Unit quotes" (hey, it's like I'm back at Smith) and the first one is: "It's a stick dressed up like a carrot." -Deepak
So, I turned my phone on tonight (having had it off during work) and I have two new voicemails. The first one is from Ari. When I called her Saturday night I left a message on her machine. She called me back but I didn't hear it or whatever 'cause I picked up my phone and it said "1 missed call." I remember thinking it was odd that she didn't leave a message, but whatever. So apparently it took 2 days for my phone to decide to tell me I had a voicemail from her. (The second voicemail was from very recently.) And my phone doesn't say "First voicemail message, received [date/time]" it just says "First voicemail message" and then commences playing the voicemail, which makes this extra-frustrating.
sk8eeyore asked me some questions about my Greek Orthodox experience on Sunday, including a request for an elaboration on what the service was actually like ('cause I was lame and mostly just talked about the sermon) and it took 4 comment replies (10thou+ characters).
P.S. Good thing I don't live week-to-week 'cause Jessica totally didn't approve my hours today and "All late approvals, and submittals are subject to getting paid a week late."