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2005-04-11 - 3:18 p.m. Ok, I have gotten very lax about writing. And for that I apologize… but you see last week I had two of my bosses in town and I had to look very busy and important. Plus there was a lot of drinking that went on after work last week. That always seems to happen when the UK office people descend on us. Ah well. This week I swear to be a better person all the way around. I will not get involved in any rock star games, no matter who asks. Instead I will beat the growing pile of laundry (that I have neglected for two weeks) into submission. I will not go down without a fight! It’s not that I have issues with doing laundry. I quite like it… but the laundromat I go to is always packed with people like myself that wait until they are down to nothing and need six washers for everything*. You can also be assured that there will never be enough washers for your entire load. You start stalking washers ending the rinse cycle, however, everyone else jockeying for that one available washer as well. Oh, and when you get it the victory is sweet and you have that certain smugness that comes with getting there first. That usually lasts until it’s time to race for a dryer. If you win that race as well walk your ass down to the corner store and get yourself a lottery ticket… IT’S YOUR FUCKING LUCKY DAY! If you don’t get the dryer then you are forced to walk around like a homeless person with your wet clothes in a wheelie cart looking for clothes that have stopped spinning. I usually find myself doing the polite, “Are these yours? Are you done, can I have this dryer…” much like when you are having that conversation with the person walking to their car in a crowded parking lot, “Are you leaving? Is that your car? Can I have that space? Ok, I will wait right here…” *Speaking of being down to nothing, I have seen some scary laundry day outfits, let me tell you I should never have to see a 35 year old man wearing what looks like his seventh grade gym shorts. That isn’t even acceptable in Chelsea where one might expect to see that. I have been scarred by this guy’s too tight shorts especially when his left testicle popped out to say hi from across the room. I have also been forced to put together some creative outfits in the last five days. The standard go to outfits have been stuffed deep into the laundry bag so I won’t be tempted to dig them back out again, therefore I have had to burrow way into the back of my closet. The upside of that was I found stuff I forgot that I owned, so it is kind of like shopping without spending money! Thank God it has started getting warmer I have been able to bust out some stuff from last year. But just so everyone knows… it hasn’t gotten so bad that I am wearing a bikini bottom for underwear. I’m just saying. Did anyone else tune in to see Charles and Camilla get married? How uneventful was that? I don’t know if the media was expecting the same pomp and circumstance as when Prince Charles married Princess Diana but watching two middle aged people atone their sins doesn’t give me that “fairy tale” feeling. While I would expect BBC America to cover it a little I was genuinely surprised at the host of other networks that picked it up and played it over and over. I spoke to some friends in the UK and they didn’t even have that much coverage! .
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