Days should not begin the way mine did. Days should be eased into, not thrown at you without so much as a "Think fast!" Days should not begin with the realization that you have no cash and your coffee shop takes only that as payment for that precious Keeper of All that is Sane. The chain that will take credit has a line out the door and you have two minutes to get in front of the phones.
You forego the liquid gold for a Coke at nine in the morning and then a fax won't send and someone needs it desperately RIGHT THEN and Excel sheets need to be made and people are dropping in unexpectedly and your coworkers (though you don't know why you call them that since they're actually your superiors) and overworked but not underpaid so they're happy to be plugging along for The Man and you're just seeking some kind of sense of accomplishment at the end of the day when you drag yourself home at 10pm, fourteen hours since you've last been there because you're in night classes so that you can someday find that sense of accomplishment though certainly it won't be quite as nice as the sensation you will feel when you finally finish this sentence.
Oh yeah. That's the stuff.
Tonight, I'm going to see the house I might move with our neighbors. Aaron drove by it last night and said that's it's pretty nice, but I'll be the judge of that thanksverymuch. I have my negotiating strategy all laid out: we're not moving unless our rent is less. Wow, that's a whopper sure to win over our potential landlords.
The cynicism is just oozing today. The cleverness is not.
one year ago today: "Some customer just came in and said, 'Hello Sunshine.' Fuck you, buster."
two years ago today: nothin.
three years ago today: "if this won't catch you attention, nothing will."