A Poetic Interlude form JenJen
Because today has been rather difficult, I have decided to yield the floor to JenJen, a friend of mine who spun this lovely yarn yesterday about a converstaion she overheard between two of her coworkers over a cube wall. For the unitiated, JenJen is graduate of the University of California Berkely, Newport Beach Party Girl-turned-Mother of two, and an aspiring functional alcoholic. So, printed with permission and some slight editorial changes, I present to you a typical day on floor 2. I warn you, though I do love her writing style, it is sometimes a bit hard to follow. I open the comments box to any interpretations of what this situation might be:
Something something about souflees in his riveting gay or rich guy voice, which tight white is neither of both. My boxster this. My wife is a goddess.
Strangely introverted but really extroverted wild thang enters the room to invite the witty advice of tha dub on next date with match guy. She never thinks to consult normal, alcolholic, b!tch…which, frankly has the best chances or even verbose communicator across the hall who surely knows about the shine of fine china.
Tha dub’s response “well, in school shorten the guys last name….and well Whi+aker…you’ve come to the right place….you know, Whit”
Prize winning email to match guy!:
“If we’re both making dinner, who has to put out”
to which strangely introverted freaky girl says yes and thanks tha dub. I concede, you are right, she has a wild side.
What a load of cr@p!
Isn’t there somewhere we can squeeze the budget to bring you back for a couple of weeks? When is Julie’s graduation?
Walking back in from my proud 2 mile jaunt around the block…some story goes on: “She was a teacher and she saw me standing out in the yard and she stopped me and I can’t tell the rest, but I see it in my head.”
and “I just received the best news. As soon as I leave for my trip to Thailand, timing has it that I’ll get a shitload of money and such. Tha whole trip will pay for itself. I paid off all my past back taxes and I paid off all my credit cards. I’m not going to have to pay a mortgage (to house you didn’t own before you married last month) He’s going on and on and on still….10-14 business days to clear …done. …boom…how. Oh! My God! (with a quik twinging shake of his head).”
Guantanamo’s got nothing on tha dub. Obviously his skill set isn’t being put to the best use here at OCSC.
Why the he!! should I know the intimate details of tha dub’s fabricated $exual past? This is the part of the whole job that makes me the most angry.
I’m so almost nearing postal
Pleeeeeze let me out!
Pray for that day my friend…a day like no other….a resignation of envy.