I have writers block. That has got to be my problem. I just don't feel writing it and I have nothing interesting to say either.
Maybe i'll tell you about what I ate today and then we will go from there.
I ate nothing at home because we were outa my favorite cereal, instant cream of wheat.
Went to work and had a bagel because it was bagel Friday at -----------.
(From n0w on I will protect the good name of my company and the wonderfull folks that I work with.
I guess I could tell you what the other days are at --------- too huh?
Well, on Monday, months ago, the director of the --------- department was walking by and he said "HI Christine, how are you today?" and I said,
"Well K, I'm doing great! Isnt it justa beatutifull Monday K.?"
and this is how it began.
I should really stop and explain this thing that I have, kind of like a pied piper thing. People seem to just follow my lead for some odd reason and next thing you know, they are doing things that they probably might not do normally. K is just one of these people.
I'm just bored, I am just entertaining myself and I personally cannot help myself. I dont know what their issues are. Not my problem really. I am just doing what I do and I kind think everybody can't possible want to act professional like this all the time. It's like when you are supposed to be real serious and theres just that pressure that makes you want ot scream out and say something stupid!
GUNG HO MONDAY. We all know that we don't want to be there and no one is happy but it was fun to pretend and it got us through the morning. We all act phoney as hell.
Which leads us to Tuesday. It became Jerky Tuesday where we were sarcastic when we greated one another. mean nasty, smart alecs.
Wednesday became, WHATEVER WEDNESDAY. Anything anyone said, the reply has to be, "Whatever" in an annoying teenage valley girl sorta way.
Thursday, my personal favorite is Pirate Thursday.
Pirate Thursday. We began talking with broghes one day, and in very piratesque way and then K thought of it, PIRATES OF --------- THURSDAYS! ARGHHHHHH.
Last week, one of the senior heads f Client Services heard K talking outside her office like a pirate and had to get up out of her seat because she couldnt believe what she was hearing and HAD to see for herself! Now she's a wench too and it's spreading. I quickly cut and pasted an image of a skull and cross bones and sent it out to the pirates! I even brought my bootie. No really, not my butt, but a bag of bootie with a skull and crossbones on it. I did see hats at Target for a dollar. I almost bought them but that might be going to far. I dont know.
Today was Naughty Fridays. To participate in this , you must state that your Naughty, but you must say your going to be naughty in a foreign accent of your choice.I used a Brit accent since it comes so natural to me. At one point I found myself with three people , standing around my desk, talking in accents with cups in their hands. It was quite surreal! I imagined myself serving drinks. I began to offer them "fake drinks' a few wanted Margaritas! I got the blender out from under my desk for an occation such as this. We were all feeling quite naughty! I felt as if I was naughty enough to be, well, sacked , as Birdget Jones might say!
Yes were considered adults, did you ever think we would act this way? this is a professional office! these poeple have very important jobs. But here were all were , playing make believe bar! Thats the reality of it all and you will all see. Our faces and bodies get older but our brains do not!
So for lunch I came home and had a Lean Cuisine buffalo chicken pizza. It was way too saucey but it did the trick and a baggie full of chocolate chex because if you don t grab some when you see it, it could be too late and you must wait for the next box!
dinner; some sort of chicken nuggets, honey, nugget crap, broccoli and light texas toast, because everythings is bigger deep in the heart of Texas. They are really obnoxious about stating the fact.
made some homemade Iced tea when I noticed the Rite Aid circular and what did my wondering eye did appear but a black daisy hand bag for $7.99!!!!
I have a confession. I am a handbag and earing junkie. One can NEVER have to many of these things, so I went and got it! AND i specifically chose the Rite Aid accross form the liquor store so I could kill two birds with one stone. Got some toasted head chardonnay and Merlot(also Toasted head. stocked up.
soo, that all said. Im going to sit here, checking my ebay bid on my Audio Spanish tapes, sipping a glass of , HMMNNNI think i'll do Merlot, handbag draped on my shoulder(you will wish you were me bitches)
So far I'm the high Bidder. I am going to be fluent someday.
Oh and movie reccomendation: RUNNING WITH SCISSORS! Call your netflix representative now. Then get the book.
Augusten X Buroughs. His rel name was Christopher Robison but he legally changed it at age 20 something. I thought that was coooool. what would you name yourself as an adult? what would describe you, what name would fit?
4 comments:
I find this whole story to be far fetched and then i realize that if I worked at your office and you started doing it I would play along. I've seen running with scissors but of course i forget what happened. i think it was a little weird for me. Do they go into that weird house with the shrink? anyways i'm going to literally answer your question about the name even if it was just a think to yourself question. i wouldn't renamed myself meredith price randall seems pretty important, but the problem lies in getting married. taking their last name is going to mess with the flow of my name. and i refuse to not take their name.
I want to work at your office! It's cool that you guys do those sorts of things... It reminds me of the TV show, The Office.
Have you ever read any books by David Sedaris? He also writes memoirs (short story memoirs) that are hysterical! I highly reccomend them.
Hmm... I think if I were to name myself as an adult, I would choose the name Ivy, because that was one of the names my mom had picked out for me... That is, until my Aunt Barb pointed out that I could be made fun of... Jerk...
Your aunt clearly did not forsee the song "Stacey's Mom." But, even if you were named Ivy, I would have sang that christmas song to tease you all the time...
I would like to have been called Rain Pheonix. What a kickass name...yes, I AM slightly mooching off of River Pheonix, but you need rain to make a river right?
RAIN PHOENIX?!?
Stacey is now on a lollercoaster!
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