Day 356
I just got off the phone with my mother and she told me to not do anything and put a cool cloth over my head. She said this because earlier I was seeing spots at work. Immediately, my thought process was, "Ahh fuck, I knew I should've gone through with the glaucoma test. But damn, that bitch wouldn't stop poking me in the eye." When I called my mother, a registered nurse, she thought that maybe I had a low blood sugar and demanded that I eat all kinds of things and rest. This is the same woman who is always telling me to NOT eat lots of things and to get off my dead ass and do something.
Right now I am sitting in my room with the door to the corridor propped open to get some air flow through my hot box of a room. I am not sure what is more of a show, my neighbors looking in and hearing me laughing while watching Cake Boss or seeing the looks on their faces while they are watching and listening to me. Surprisingly no one has even said anything to me or came in to join me. I think I finally know what the crazy old lady on the block feels like.
As far as my day goes it was pretty boring and hot. And when it gets hot I get really whiny and crabby and exhausted. Luckily, I didn't lose my job today. I really couldn't get up the energy to even pretend to work. I can't remember a word I said to the customers or exactly what I said when I got super pissed off when I was counting the money. The thing I do remember is that there was a constant line of sweat on my upper lip and it was super gross and it made me want to move away.
After having watched a good couple hours of TV I have decided that I can always get into advertising. I mean seriously, how hard can it possibly be? I just saw a Werther caramels commercial and the final line was, "It's so good you won't just want one, you'll want more than one" or some such shit. Plus, I bet you get to eat tons of free Werther caramels for inspiration.
Alright I am off to watch more Cake Boss and do nothing. Well, maybe I could send my mother a "Thank You" card.
Tip of the Day: Buddy on Cake Boss describes his pregnant sister like this, "She's big, like a bread truck." I wonder if anyone else could say this about big people pregnant or not. Give it a try.
-Canadian Castaway
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