Another boring day
Have you ever seen the movie “Runaway Bride”? In the movie, Richard Gere is in a bar waiting for his inspiration to show up so he can write his article. The article happens to be about this woman who would leave men at the altar. It ends up getting him fired because all of the “facts” were not right.
Well, this blog is NOT about the love story or find out whoever you are within. This is about waiting for inspiration. I am Richard Gere today sitting on the train with my laptop open waiting for something to strike me like a…lightning bolt (read last blog). On a side note, the barbershop quartet in the movie was from my barbershop choir. How cool is that? Well, I guess it is cool if you don’t think barbershop singing is not dorky or lame…OK, moving on.
Sometimes there are days that are really uneventful. Take today, my train ride to work was riddled with the talk of Grey’s Anatomy (wasn’t that a great episode) and how everyone managed to really get smashed on the train last Friday night. To expand on this, it seems I have managed to make my own set of friends and they just happen to partake in alcoholic beverages on Friday afternoons for the train ride home. There was more beer and alcohol in our portion of the car than the entire Houston Astrodome.
I was half expecting one of the women to stand up and start stripping with the disco ball and strobe lights already flashing in the train car. Instead, one of the guys started stripping after one of the ladies poured half of the bottle of 7-up all over his crotch. They all laughed and laughed. That probably would not be nearly as funny if everyone was sober (except for the people who saw it happen).
I actually think it is odd that not only does my wife (QueenSuchandSuch) manage to be considered Lady Godiva of her Mom’s group, but I have managed to make friends with the rowdy, party crowd. It is odd because when we lived in Virginia, we would avoid our neighbors. The problem with Virginia is nobody in the DC metropolitan area is actually from the DC metropolitan area. They are all transplants to work there or provide some sort of Ambassador services. I hated working in DC.
I attended my usual 4 hours of meetings to discuss a lot about nothing and actually resolve zilch. I managed to press my Easy button about 5 times today. Yes, I have an Easy button. I bought it at Staples the other day for me and my peers to try to heighten morale. It seems to be working rather well much to my surprise and VJACK and Clarisey’s (there I included you in my blog) chagrin.
Ever notice how co-workers want you to add their names somewhere in your blog? Sometimes, you just have to agree it so they unwrap the duct tape from your nose AND mouth. Neither VJACK or Clarisey are bloggers, they are lurkers (someone without an account but reads your blog religiously). You know, these people will give me all of their input and make comments about it while at work, but will never have the guts to actually start their own blog to leave real comments (taunt, taunt). I digress.
So, today I purchased my train tickets and bus passes so I do not have to walk from the train station to the office a mile and a half way. I have made this walk many times and managed to dodge the barrage of bird poo from the pigeons. Do you remember the Super Bowl commercial with the black car and the pigeons that spotted it from the sky and targeted said car? I love that commercial. How come it didn’t make the top 50 Super Bowl commercials of all time? Anyway, that is what it is like walking down the sidewalk with a black coat.
OK, where am I in this blog? Oh yeah, now I am on the train. No I am not attached to the Internet although that is pretty cool when there are people that can do that, I am not one of them. I figure I am attached enough that the train is a bad idea. So, instead, I write in Microsoft Word and copy and paste it into my web space when I make it home. See, no Internet addiction and a very boring day. Hope everyone had an exciting day!
Well, this blog is NOT about the love story or find out whoever you are within. This is about waiting for inspiration. I am Richard Gere today sitting on the train with my laptop open waiting for something to strike me like a…lightning bolt (read last blog). On a side note, the barbershop quartet in the movie was from my barbershop choir. How cool is that? Well, I guess it is cool if you don’t think barbershop singing is not dorky or lame…OK, moving on.
Sometimes there are days that are really uneventful. Take today, my train ride to work was riddled with the talk of Grey’s Anatomy (wasn’t that a great episode) and how everyone managed to really get smashed on the train last Friday night. To expand on this, it seems I have managed to make my own set of friends and they just happen to partake in alcoholic beverages on Friday afternoons for the train ride home. There was more beer and alcohol in our portion of the car than the entire Houston Astrodome.
I was half expecting one of the women to stand up and start stripping with the disco ball and strobe lights already flashing in the train car. Instead, one of the guys started stripping after one of the ladies poured half of the bottle of 7-up all over his crotch. They all laughed and laughed. That probably would not be nearly as funny if everyone was sober (except for the people who saw it happen).
I actually think it is odd that not only does my wife (QueenSuchandSuch) manage to be considered Lady Godiva of her Mom’s group, but I have managed to make friends with the rowdy, party crowd. It is odd because when we lived in Virginia, we would avoid our neighbors. The problem with Virginia is nobody in the DC metropolitan area is actually from the DC metropolitan area. They are all transplants to work there or provide some sort of Ambassador services. I hated working in DC.
I attended my usual 4 hours of meetings to discuss a lot about nothing and actually resolve zilch. I managed to press my Easy button about 5 times today. Yes, I have an Easy button. I bought it at Staples the other day for me and my peers to try to heighten morale. It seems to be working rather well much to my surprise and VJACK and Clarisey’s (there I included you in my blog) chagrin.
Ever notice how co-workers want you to add their names somewhere in your blog? Sometimes, you just have to agree it so they unwrap the duct tape from your nose AND mouth. Neither VJACK or Clarisey are bloggers, they are lurkers (someone without an account but reads your blog religiously). You know, these people will give me all of their input and make comments about it while at work, but will never have the guts to actually start their own blog to leave real comments (taunt, taunt). I digress.
So, today I purchased my train tickets and bus passes so I do not have to walk from the train station to the office a mile and a half way. I have made this walk many times and managed to dodge the barrage of bird poo from the pigeons. Do you remember the Super Bowl commercial with the black car and the pigeons that spotted it from the sky and targeted said car? I love that commercial. How come it didn’t make the top 50 Super Bowl commercials of all time? Anyway, that is what it is like walking down the sidewalk with a black coat.
OK, where am I in this blog? Oh yeah, now I am on the train. No I am not attached to the Internet although that is pretty cool when there are people that can do that, I am not one of them. I figure I am attached enough that the train is a bad idea. So, instead, I write in Microsoft Word and copy and paste it into my web space when I make it home. See, no Internet addiction and a very boring day. Hope everyone had an exciting day!
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