Everybody’s relatives and friends are dying at work. I am so sad for them. Crap. That must mean it’s my turn soon to have a friend or relative die. Um, God, you didn’t read that. Just skip over that part.
I am alternately thrilled and overwhelmed and frustrated at work. I am happy when I can rock a good non-corporate, not-very-slutty-but-still-punky look, like today.
My mother’s house caught on fire and I sent her some boots and the UPS guy got the wrong number but she found him at the store and finally got them but they are too small and now she has to return them but Zappos does not have her size in that and can I get her some other ones and I don’t know what she wants and she has to look on a computer but oh, right, HER COMPUTER BURNED UP IN THE FIRE and the line to use one at the library in her little town is too long.
It is a good thing Obama is our president.
And it is a good thing that I am counting down to my vacation. My TROPICAL vacation. To the Caribbean. That I won on a game show that only lasted, I think, half a season. People tell me that I am still on in reruns, though. And my cousin, who manages a car dealership in Florida, just happened to see it when it aired last January, which was fun. It was called “Temptation: The New Sale of the Century!” and it combined shopping prowess, trivia, and lightening reflexes. So, you see, if you think you are wasting your time pondering the wares of the Rack and Goodwill and SkyMall and Target and TJ Maxx, you, my dear, are wrong. You are in training. For the what you were meant to do — get free money and be on TV! It CAN happen to you!
It is, indeed, a good thing that Obama is our president. Hope the other funky stuff doesn’t stick with you for too long.