Guest Blog: No Witty Titles…It’s About YOU!
Annnnd I’m back… How is everyone this Monday? How was your weekend? This week’s topic isn’t really about anything special. It’s about something BIG, it’s about YOU! I would like to know how your Monday has been, and how your weekend was. I am going to share my day with you guys, and I’m hoping you will do the same. So, if you’re taking time out of your day to read this, by all means, please tell me about your day. No if’s, and’s, or but’s; I want to hear about your day, weekend or both. If you want to vent, whether it’s about your lover, friends, children, boss, or just something silly, shoot! This week’s topic isn’t as long as last weeks, but it’s important because it’s about our days. So comment below or I’ll come find you…I kid, I kid, but really I would love to hear about your day.
Well, here’s my day…
Woke up from a strange dream; I think it was about Toy Story. I got ready for work and rode the train with my friend, Ms. Shippe. I realized I was early for work so I walked Ms. Shippe to her job. I had a nice morning walk to work, listened to Kanye West’s “Dark Fantasy,” “Can we get much higher? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.” Good song, check it out, I’ve digressed. Got a pretzel and saw my neighbor we work in the same building. Talked to a co-worker, and then went to my desk to start writing. Of course, everyone wanted to say “good morning.” I wanted to ask them, “Do you see my face? Does it look like I want to talk?” If they only knew I am the most homicidal in the morning. I almost called out like
six times; I hate starting work on Monday mornings. Oh yeah, my co-worker, Ms. Moore gave me some smarties, “yippee!” I Listened to some music, Wu-Tang Clan – “It’s Yourz,” I started to feel a little better. I think I was waking up from my zombie mood. Most of the morning consisted of working and listening to music. I listened to Avalanche’s mix tape, “When I Met You,” awesome mix tape. Went on break at eleven, got to see Ms. Richardson. YAY! I missed Ms. Richardson! Spoke to Mr. Lambert about music, found out Mos Def is signed with G.O.O.D. Music, awesome! Took a half an hour break, when my break should’ve been fifteen minutes. Now back to work marching onto noon. Oh, I think I might have made someone’s morning. Happy to help out!
Mr. Lambert and I chatted about new music via e-mail for a while. Talked about X-Men and the generations of characters with Ms. Moore. I have a big plan for X-Men, the comic book, I’ve digressed again. The supervisor for my department comes strolling in with his prickly smirk. Have I mentioned that I want to snap this man’s neck? Sorry, I dislike people sometimes. I calmed down by listening to Bruno Mars’ “Grenade,” and “Just The Way You Are.” I felt like standing on my desk and singing to my co-workers. At lunchtime I had a turkey burger and fries; I was crazy hungry. At lunch with Ms. Brown, Ms. Richardson, and Mr. Lambert, Mr. Lambert told us about Sex and the City two. Go figure, my unit supervisor came walking into the lunchroom and dragged a chair into the bathroom. We were scared because we thought “it was on” with someone in the bathroom. I thought she was going to hit some with the chair, but we found out she’s throwing up. Sucks! Moving on with my day and music, “Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, along with the track, man. Ugh, pardon me…Ugh…As I come back.” Two forty-one, still working, listening to “I’m Sorry,” by Chester French, featuring Wale. I focused on getting work done and going home to the Notorious E.R.I.N. Had a mini spazz out listening to “Lost In The World,” by Kanye West, during Bon Iver’s part when he says: “Run from the lights. Run from the night. Run for your life.” I don’t know why that’s my favorite part, but it is. At three thirty I took a forty-minute break, sue me. Now I’m back at my desk, eating some Reese’s cups, my favorite. Waiting for five to come my way.
Five pm, out the door, speeding. Meet my friend, Ms. Shippe, we catch the train, ride to her house to pick up her car and take it to the mechanic. So, I just embarked on a mission impossible; go to the mechanic with her, show her how to get back on the bus, met Ms. Paul at my place to get Notorious E.R.I.N. and finish writing this in forty minutes. Dropped the car off, can’t find the bus stop because SEPTA is doing construction on the bus depot. Walked two blocks to find a bus stop, hopped on the bus. Should be smooth sailing, right? Nope. The bus driver was moving so f-ing slow. Time was ticking; I needed to do so much at home. I almost snapped and killed everyone on the bus, but I regained control. Made it home, Ms. Paul dropped off the Notorious E.R.I.N. The kid enters my place with a pink tiara on and telling me, “You don’t know me, daddy. I’m Princess Erin.” Now I am finish writing this and I am yelling at the kid to take her jacket off as “Dark Fantasy” is playing in the background. Dance, Erin, dance! My day is done!
Now I would love to hear about your day. Doesn’t have to be long as mine but I am just interested in how everyone else is feeling. My day was insanity.I’m Eric Blair
Until next time.