A Standard Issue Day |
6/18 |
| Do
you ever wake up with the wish that something entirely out of the
ordinary would happen to you? It could be something wonderful, even
horrific maybe. Anything to rescue you from the feeling that you are
watching yet another Seinfeld rerun. It's not unbearable, but after it's
over, you are left feeling like you probably missed something somewhere
else.
Sometimes I get daring and try to FORCE a change in my life. At the coffee shop in the morning, I order a doughnut instead of a bagel. Or I have them make my coffee with cream and sugar instead of black. Sometimes I just drive the speed limit. I will listen to a radio station that I have no interest in. I will cheerfully let the guy weaving in and out of morning traffic like a NASCAR denizen merge in front of me. But no matter what I do, things just keep happening like they are supposed to happen. I arrive at work with two minutes to spare. I finish off my coffee as I check my e-mail. The next few hours I analyze commission statements. Yes, it is my job to find possible exploits that the sales force could take advantage of in order to make more money. I then propose viable solutions to correct the compensation structure. That gives me a big woody. Lunch involves me and other counters of beans to congregate in the corporate cafeteria and complain about management's lack of organizational skills. I can pretty much count on my mid afternoon crisis call from Elise. She is a graphic artist for a small advertising firm. They overlook her Morticia exterior because she is talented and clients never have to meet her. Around 2 pm she has her daily breakdown and calls to include me in her panic. But soon her Zoloft cocktail kicks in and she simply does not care anymore. Dinner always consists of take out. Chinese, Indian, Thai. I like things that are spicy and come with disposable utensils. I have a Persian cat, Binah, that hates me. She refuses to acknowledge me beyond reminding me that she has not been fed. Some nights Elise will come over, if she is coherent and we will watch a movie. Or at least we will start to watch a movie. We always end up screwing our brains out before it's halfway through. Sometimes she sleeps over, sometimes she goes home. We are not "living together", but she has a toothbrush here. So my day to day life is pretty standard issue. I suppose I should be grateful. I need to work on that. |