Tie is of the essence.

I haven’t made a habit of writing on the weekends, but I think today deserves an entry.  Mostly because I have been pressured into writing one.

Yesterday I came home from a brunch with my college a cappella group to find that I had accidentally shut one of my cats in my closet for a few hours.   He was not happy about it, I’m sure, but really I am not the one to blame.  I am not the one who ran into the closet while the door was open so that a person could put a sweatshirt away.  I entered my bedroom to hear mewing from an as-yet undisclosed location, and I opened two separate closet doors before I hit the right one and found my cat, who bolted out of the closet as if he would never want to be in one ever again.  He reminds me of me in high school.

And, just like high school Seb and R Kelly, my cat was unhappy about being trapped in the closet.  So he did what any cat would do: he scratched at the door.  This particular closet door was protected from scratching, however, because it was being shielded by my entire collection of neckties, which were hanging on a necktie hanger on a hook on the inside of the door.  So instead of scratching and potentially ruining the door of my closet, the cat just scratched at and definitely ruined all of my neckties.

It’s fine, though.  It’s fine.  It’s not like I needed them for job interviews or anything, and I definitely have the resources to upgrade my wardrobe anyway, so like losing my job and having my bus service cut, this is really a blessing in disguise.

FATE CERTAINLY DOES HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR, DOESN’T IT?

A-hole.

On the upside, a friend of mine just got me an in with another opera company—this one a little closer to home.  If I am lucky enough to get an interview there, I suppose I will be wearing a mock turtleneck.