I just got this thing in the mail that says, "Happy Birthday, Lisa". It's a promotion for 2 airline tickets anywhere in the continental blah blah. I know the catch is listening to some crap for an hour or so and then you're free to go with tickets in hand. I want these tickets so I call to get everything set up. It turns out that I don't qualify for the ticket(s) because I'm single. I didn't cause much of a stir over this but I did mention to the woman on the phone that the "document" did say Happy Birthday Lisa and that alone should qualify me. When I began writing this I thought it was kind of funny, but the more time I spend on it, the worse I feel about it. I can't and won't allow it to get to me though. I just think it's funny in a pathetic kind of way. I am already off my game lately anyway. I'm procrastinating things, hiding from my friends, biting my fingers like they're chicken wings, and being disorganized and unfocused in general. The presence of any one of those things is a yellow flag for me but now that I have the whole team here, I'm getting my ass kicked. I don't have a noble goal and I don't look to try to end on a positive note. I feel kind of neutral, which feels kind of empty. And now all I can do is stare.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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