2001-09-26 & 3:07 p.m. : drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
for the last two days i have worked hard and made an effort to be congenial and personable with my co-workers. even, the Co-Worker. see? i am trying to be an adult. also, it's really lonely to be in a cube all day with no peers, talking to no one. so, i am trying to play nice nice with my higher-ups. which now include the Co-Worker. that would make the total 4 bosses and me. that's it for our dept. 4 bosses. me. yeah. they are all planning this big business dinner thingie with tons of schmoozing and junk. an 'all-american bash', which i think might be required since we work with labor unions. lots of flags wave in this office. so, the Co-Worker, to whom i will now sometimes refer to as 4th Boss, as if this were the joy luck club and i were talking about wives, asked me to help him suggest some music for the 'all american bash' since all he listens to is new country and linkin park. so, here are the songs i suggested, imagining a bunch of 40 something intoxicated people, walking around talking to each other, kind of drunkenly dancing and laughing too loud. i like some of these songs, and some of them i don't. either way, it had to do with music, so this task was alright: 'american pie' don mclean (i love this song, it makes me think of pip's grill in my hometown. i freaking love that place) i was so proud of this list, even though it caused 4th Boss to sing 'american pie' with a super special country twang for like...2 hours. you know something else i learned today? it's really easy to get on the Co-Worker's good side if you know how to tell a good dick joke. and boy, do i. so, today has gone along swimmingly. at least here. my brother is in some crazy turmoil having to do with goverment agencies and international travel, but i am keeping positive, even though he drove out here to search through my car for an official document that he needs to get another official document so that he can accompany my dad to the place where my family lived before world war two. so, if any of you believe in god, pray my brother finds his driver's license. because he can't get his passport without it. and, aside from the fact that my father and my brother have been looking forward to spending this time together working through family history, my father is disabled and really needs my brother's help to make the pilgrimage this year. so, please, pray. for my part, i bought my brother a hearty vietnamese lunch and tried to reassure him. but my stomach was turning and in knots because i don't want my brother to have to tell my dad that he can't go on the trip because he is a jackass and i don't want my dad to have to struggle alone while travelling in europe. ok! i think that might be it. i have some work to do, but before that i have to visit the little office bitch's room so i can wash my face. i feel grimy from all this schmoozing. oh! lastly, best friend, last night you were wonderful. as were you and you. it's rare that i go from broken to all better in 60 seconds flat, but really, you three were like charlies angels last night. except, you know, without the feathered hair. |