My friend, Bananas sent that quote to me in an email. It made me think about Norman, and that perhaps I should adopt that attitude with him. It would be interesting. But I do like my new name. I think it's pretty. So there.
The day was interesting. I keep having these "Office Space" deja-vu moments at work, like, "didn't this happen to me once before? Oh, no. This is just like in that movie." Yesterday was the January Birthdays Cake Day, where everyone sings the half-assed version of "Happy Birthday" and all the names run together..."Happy BIRTHday, dear BobShawnRandyBlahBlah", they get a huge piece of frosting with cake on the side, and then they leave the remnants (cake, of course), all mushed together, on the table in the office lounge, just as though they were 5 years old.
Today I ended up in this situation I realized I never even agreed to-- going to buy flowers and arranging them to put out in the office for the big client coming in tomorrow. One of my coworkers tried to coerce me into getting my ass to the flower mart at 6 in the morning tomorrow, and doing the "arranging", which is, by the way, NOT IN MY FUCKING JOB DESCRIPTION, before work. I'm relatively new there, so I didn't know if it would be rude to say, "SHUT YOUR FUCKING FACE, UNCLE FUCKER." Thankfully I work right outside my boss' office, so all I had to do was turn around in my chair with a look of shock and awe and she came to my rescue. Thank Christ. Not ALL people suck.
I got a text message today that my girlfriend is in labor...was in labor. One down. I have about half a dozen friends who are pregnant right now, which I think is strange, only because I didn't imagine when I was younger that everyone would be having kids at the exact same time. I also didn't realize that we would have such different priorities. By no means do I criticize. I'm just surprised, that's all. I haven't heard anything from my friend OR her family since about 11am. I hope she's alright. I will be PISSED if they wait to tell me until next week about the baby. I'd drive up there myself, 400 miles, and get back my damned "Mazeltov" Zabar's basket, and eat it on the drive home. The whole effin thing. Even the coffee grounds.
Ooooh. What a day. Ok, kids. That's all.
Love,
Marvin
5 comments:
Don't worry, I'll criticize for you. Ewww. Kids. Hahaha. Actually, last night during my psychodrama class I played the role of the oldest son. And it was weird, because the role consisted of a family dynamic I'm not used to. So I had to make myself think "white". It was hard. But it reminded me of how great it was to be an older brother and the whole sensation of wanting kids came back to me. Isn't that gross? Hopefully, today, the feeling has passed.
kids, ew.
Hey hotstuff. I feel your pain. Totally. I will drive with you and help you eat all the tasty goodness in that fab basket.
so, was it a boy or a girl?? And georgie, how does one make oneself "think white"? :)
post damn it post. i need some chisme.
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