Monday, June 18, 2007

OuchMyHeadHurts (dot com)

Here's something new and different: I have a headache from talking with my mom on the phone.

It's now quite clear where I learned my phone-yelling habits. (I didn't even know I was a phone-yeller until an ex pointed it out to me through his scared wince, as my screaming reverberated off the car interior.) Holy hell, though. I don't know what was louder, my mother yelling at me from Colorado, or my own echo off the walls of my bedroom. Either way, my ears are ringing and there is a significant pounding behind my temples. Plus, my contacts have gone all dry and blurry, so I can't see a thing. Helen Keller lives!

Life is pretty decent otherwise. I am working at a huge corporation this summer, and the office environment is keeping me moderately amused. What I don't understand is humor in the corporate workplace.

Officemate 1: "Dean and I played golf on Sunday. He shot an 81. I told him to remember to bring his skirt next time!"
Officemate 2: "That Nancy!"
In unison: "HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!"

That's all for now. I think it's time for a special nightcap: 10mg of Ambien and a doubledose of the happy pills. You know how I feel about Tuesdays...

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