Job woes



Ever since my friend S said my blog was the literary highlight of the week(better than her Updike audio tape), my head has ballooned too big to write anything interesting. From the subway to my work, I have to pass by 4 modern concrete columns. At passing of the first column, a strange force field made me more sluggish on approach. At the third column, it was true. I could not continue any further. So I started kicking the base of the column, left foot kick, right foot kick, left foot kick. Who cares about stubbed toes. And then, I noticed that the new guy at work, one of 3 new guys with accent sideburns(side burns are the new pony-tails of this decade), watching me. So I had to give it up and march straight into work.



That was last week. This morning I walked out a few sidewalk steps out from my house and my feet would not carry me further. I had to return home and request escort from C. Just to make sure I make it to work instead of walking straight into an icecream shop somewhere forgetting that I need to go to work "cause we need the moneys". I suppose I should be grateful I'm not some sex slave being pimped by the Albanian mafia.