I’ve had a bad week. My SO has been sick, and I couldn’t go see him. I had to move out of my cheap 3 bedroom apartment where I lived alone to a 3 bedroom house with 3 roommates, 5 cats, and a dog. None of my friends helped me move, except the SO’s little brother. But this is not a plea for attention, and I am not going to get whiny.
I’m just going to be silly. I have to be silly in order to get out of this funk.
So, I’m reading the new SPIN magazine, with the creepy picture of Moby on the cover. (Mesmerizing, yet he looks like a troll if you stare too long.) I flip through and see an ad for the new Mini. It has an ‘air freshener’ in plastic wrap, attached to the page with rubber cement. I take out the air freshener and stick it on my desk. Alas, the rubber cement is still on the page, so I have to peel it off in order to shut the magazine. I close the magazine, and sit there with a pile of stringy rubber cement.
What to do, what to do? I use a bit of it to attach the picture of the Mini to my screen. I’m still left with about 6 inches of this stuff, so I decided to take the immature route.
I snuck out to the receptionist’s desk. She has a large potted plant on the corner of her desk, so I hid behind it. She was mesmerized by her newspaper, so I peeped up over the desk. I made a really loud “ACHOOOOO!”, and let the rubber cement fly. She jumped, and turned her head. The pseudo-snot smacked onto the corner of her glasses, and stretched down to her cheek, and stuck. I almost wet my pants.
Luckily, she has a good sense of humor, so she only threw a stapler at me. Is this self-destructive behavior? Nah. Have I just entered myself into a war based solely on the fact that I’m in desperate need of silly time? Yup.
Am I scared to leave my office now? Definitely!