IMPORTANT NOTE: This post was written before my family and I ventured into the city, and I became the world's biggest chump. Right now, Rockland really sucks! Whomp whomp...
Here's my original post anyway:
Today I went into the office so hungry I almost fainted. Since I work in Suburbia-land, I would have to drive somewhere in order to buy something and, of course, delivery is out of the question. I woozily made my way into our kitchen, hoping to scrounge up something to eat. Inside our freezer was a box of Eggo Waffles with "Kathy" written in black marker across the front. Kathy is our Accountant, who although is a very nice woman, I wouldn’t feel comfortable catching me chowing down on her food. I hovered near the refrigerator, weighing the pro and cons of feeling better to being branded a thief. “Leggo my Eggo, new Girl!” Just as I was about to give up and eat some sugar packets, I heard someone calling from the front desk. It was a vendor and, more importantly, my personal savior, bringing us hot Egg Sandwiches and Muffins in appreciation for our continued business over the year. Seriously, it was the Best.Egg.Sandwich.Ever.
After I survived my near death morning experience, I once again began to answer phone with dedication and efficiency. Everything was running smoothly, until this word for word phone call:
Speaker (in an angry voice): I know you’re cheating on me! You…
Me (interrupting in my sing-song Receptionist voice): Happy Holidays, Bright All Electric!
Speaker (stuttering): Why… I… er… Sorry wrong number.
People are so weird.
Lunchtime was spent with Father, Tito V. and Little Brother at Mongolian Grill. This is one of my most favorite restaurants in
Somebody to Love, by Queen
Manic Monday, by the Bangles
While my Guitar Gently Weeps, by the Beatles
Thunder Road, by Bruce Springsteen
I don’t know if I am just starved for music that doesn’t have sleigh bells somewhere in the background, but this was the Best.Set.of.Songs.Ever.
When I get home, I look on the kitchen table and see this “Holiday Teddy Bear in a Bag.” Little Brother was sent on an errand by Father to buy a $20 gift certificate at the Cheesecake Factory in the Mall. When he went to the cashier, she mentioned that for $5 more, he would get this Special Edition Cheesecake Factory “Holiday Teddy Bear in a Bag.” After thinking long and hard, Little Brother spent the extra cash with the woman on line behind him prompting, “Go for it!” Laughing at him and his story, explaining how this was for Father’s Secret Santa (or more PC, Secret Snowflake) gift where you were only suppose to spend $20, Little Brother just shrugged his shoulders and said, “It was a good deal.”
... Then Father came home and we left on our trip to NYC ...
Man, I'm so bummed. So many glob worthy things happened after this initial post... Gah, another day when I'm not #%U!)U!_ UF#)O
1 comment:
Once years ago (and this is one of the very few "real" things that made its way into Haunted)--I was in the Port Authority very, very late at night, a little drunk, and I called home so my father wouldn't worry. I called home, and somehow the lines got crossed, and this man picked up, and kept asking where I was, a woman picked up and frantically asked me if I was okay, where was I, etc. Even in my state I figured out that this wasn't my house, and these people thought I was their lost son--and I was sort of lost myself at that time; like three lost souls converging in the night.
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