Okay … here we go. Dinner’s out of the way. The pajamas are on … which is perfectly acceptable because I have to wear business casual all day long (don’t judge me!). A hot cup of coffee sits beside the computer. Basia is playing through my headphones (which is what happens when you put your iPod on shuffle). The mental list of all the things I should be doing have been pushed to the back of my brain where they won’t pose a danger to anyone (especially me). Now comes the search for something to write about.
I went back through the game tape of the day looking for anything at all that’s worthy of being written about. Here’s the list of what I came up with after thinking about it for a few minutes.
- That guy who cut me off in traffic on the way to work.
- The person I accidentally cut off on the way to work because they were driving in my blind spot. Leviathan (my truck) is very unforgiving of people who hover in my blind spots (of which there are many).
- How the weather is very similar to what it was yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that. (Repeat that about 20 more times in your head; my fingers are tired.)
- An essay on whether or not I should be concerned about how, every time an organizational announcement comes down via blast email from on high (i.e. from Corporate … and you can’t see me, but I’m genuflecting towards our corporate headquarters), I don’t recognize the names of any of the people they mention. Or their titles. Or their organizations. Or anything, really. Am I that far down on the org chart? Who are these people? Am I somehow inadvertently working for a different company than the one I think I am?
- Another essay (or perhaps a haiku) about how, when I went to the vending machine for a snack, I saw a Zagnut candy bar hanging precariously from the dispensing screw. Obviously someone had been deprived of their much-needed Zagnut. So I was faced with a moral dilemma. If I put in my money and pushed C7, I would get two Zagnuts for the price of one. But would that be ethical? Perhaps the victim of the Zagnut vending mishap had run back their their desk for some more change. I would be depriving them of the opportunity to retrieve what they had already paid for. But what if I walked away with a different snack, but someone else came along and did what I was thinking about doing? Then two out of three people would have been screwed out of double snacks. I finally decided on Peanut M&Ms. I can’t stand coconut and so I don’t even like Zagnut bars. But it’s hard to turn down a two-fer deal.
- My musings about whether or not, if someone were to quietly die during a typical meeting, if anyone would notice. And if someone DID notice … would they envy the dead person? They’d be like, “Wow, Bob doesn’t have to have his financial reports in by COB Friday. Lucky!” (For those of you who don’t speak Corporate Acronym fluently, COB = Close of Business)
- My contemplations while sitting at a red light on the way home about whether cities deliberately mis-time their traffic lights to maximize fuel consumption so as to increase revenues from gasoline taxes. (Biff can be very cynical while sitting in traffic.)
- And now I’m wondering if Basia understood English enough to know what the songs were about that she was singing. I love her voice and her accent but I always wonder what people think about when they’re singing songs in a different language. I mean, their managers could have them sing a song that’s wildly inappropriate and the singer would never know. It doesn’t matter. Basia is awesome. Even if she didn’t understand a word of the songs she sings, she still sings them as if she does.
Well, now you can see why it is so hard for me to write blogs that attract readers.