Campfyre Stories

I hate being rescued.  So much so that I will postpone calling someone to rescue me until pretty much frostbite is imminent (or something approximate to that).  Um, yeah, I’m just like that.  So it was good that my company called Ed, who called me and then came to retrieve me yesterday morning.  He was totally my knight in shining armor in that moment.

Well, the other end of this was that he dropped me off at the bus stop, but there was a State of Emergency declared and the busses weren’t running.  (It took me over a half hour to find this out!)  When he dropped me, he explicitly told me that if there was no bus service I had to call him.  Which I really didn’t want to do, having already been rescued once.

Honestly, my inclination was to hitchhike home.  I tend to have pretty good karma with such things and, frankly, being a white woman, professionally(ish) dressed, I think I stand a pretty good change of some good samaritan picking me up and getting me home, but I was under strict instructions, so I called.  (Also, I knew that if I did hitchhike home, it would turn into a huge thing and people would yell at me for doing something that stupid and dangerous - meh - and I don’t like it when people yell at me.)

"Help!  Help!  I’m trapped in a tower and I’ve cut off all my hair."  I figure I’m best off chuckling through the most difficult, stressful, traumatic, frustrating situations.  If I can disarm myself or the others around me, I’m less apt to dwell on the negative.  And, dammit, if I’m going to wind up acting the part of a female in a fairy tale, then I’m going to run with the reference.

I make a bad damsel, though.  Distress is not really my thing and I wind up pissy and ressentful at having to put myself into the debt of others (whether they see it that way or not).  I also loathe the possibility of being thought of as less-capable than I am in reality.

It’s not like I even did anything stupid to get myself into those situations - this time.  I suppose the worst thing that I did was go to work that morning (and, considering I was, literally, the ONLY person in my building, maybe it was a little stupid).  There’s no actual blame here, which is obnoxious.  I can’t blame myself, really, nor can I blame any other person.  It’s all the fault of the snow.

So I got rescued and made it home safe and adventured.  The day was quite memorable, further cementing that, yes, I already do know what "Be careful what you wish for" means, and I didn’t ask for it, I was merely making mention.  Maybe I should just *always* knock on wood, just in case.