Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Valentine’s Day


Inappropriate date on an inappropriate date with an inappropriate date. Story of my life. We went to see The Story of My Life. No joke – it is a new Broadway Musical. The irony that becomes me is effortless, I promise.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Today was awesome for neither Person A nor Person B







Person A’s day went something like:

“Not only have I gotten ink on my pants from changing the printer cartridge, I dropped pizza on me at lunch, so now I have a grease spot on my shirt, our email isn't working because the drive died at the hosting place, and one of my lovely coworkers has taken to commenting on it every 10 minutes and there's nothing that I can fucking do.”

Person B’s day went something like:

“What have I? (1) Tore a side panel off of one of the cubicles in my office by just standing there holding it. (2) Couldn't get my butter open AT ALL. Finally some girl was like – HERE, GIVE IT TO ME. But the kicker, (3) knocked over a FULL cup of dairy creamer in our refrigerator. It spread to all three shelves, got on everyone's lunch, all over the floor, and was plain nasty to clean up. This is not to mention that my initial attempt to clean it up was with really cheap paper towels that actually spread the milk instead of soaking it up. It took me over 25 minutes to clean up.”

Person A and Person B decide to watch a movie together. Person A got a DVD-screener of The Reader from her office. Jokingly, Person A says:

“With our luck, the DVD player is going to explode or something when we try to watch our movie. Or the power will just totally be out, or something equally fun and delightful to cap off our day.”

The DVD player did not explode. Why would it? But the movie wasn’t without event. Or was it? Wait, it was, literally, without event – at least half of it. Whoever recorded the movie likely recorded it from two discs; whoever recorded the movie forgot to record the second disk. The movie ended, during the trial of Kate Winslet with the line “…she was _______” She was what?!?!? Person A and Person B watched the seen, in disbelief, three times in the DVD player and once on Person A’s computer.

The night’s over, movie was a bust. Person B hops in the shower. Person B hasn’t blogged in a while, so was considering blogging this. Why not? It is short, complete; and what better way to purge a bad day than to write it down. Fine. Nothing else could go wrong. Person B turns the water off and pulls back the shower curtain. No towel. Nice. Good night.