Q. What do you get when you drop your frozen toaster waffle on the beach?
A. Sandy Eggo.
I made that one up all by myself. Perhaps you figured that out on your own.
Hence my current trip.
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Frustration is being given a task to do at the office and then, suddenly, everyone else needs me to do something for them, and all of it is an emergency.
Frustration is having one person working on another task tell me how she needs me to prepare my contribution to her task, and then the other person working on that same task tells me she needs me to prepare my contribution in the exact opposite way.
Frustration is feeling like what I’m doing for everyone else should be everyone else’s responsibility but my own.
Frustration is going on the road to a nice place like San Diego where I know I’m not going to have any free time to play, and I don’t really want to go in the first place.
Frustration is having my coworker seated next to me on the plane with no one in the seat between us after he boarded the plane and approached my row, looked at his boarding pass, looked at the gorgeous, blond, single woman seated beside me with no one in the seat between us, and said, “16 F?” which caused the gorgeous woman beside me to look at her own boarding pass and realize she had sat on the wrong side of the plane, and now I’m seated next to my stupid coworker for three and a half hours.
Frustration is wanting to write, but being lured by the in-flight movie Mamma Mia, only to lose interest in it halfway through, and then resent the fact that now I don’t have enough time to write.
Frustration is not knowing if that’s really Meryl Streep singing (and believing that it really — unfortunately — is Pierce Brosnan singing), and — if it really is her voice — wishing that she had done more singing for public consumption over the last 20 years.
9 comments:
I certainly hope you have less frustration for the rest of our trip. Good Luck!
It WAS Meryl. She is a good singer. We saw another movie she sang in and enjoyed it very much. It was Garrison Keillor's movie = can't remember the name now.
Sorry about the co-workers. Makes me glad I'm semi-retired!
nucmed — So far, so good.... except that I realized this morning that I forgot to pack an inexpensive, yet terribly essential piece of equipment. That's what happens when I have to pack for three people. I packed the identical item for one of those other guys, which short circuited my brain. "I packed that thing, therefore it's packed." And then I opened the case here. Grrrr.
kenju — "Semi-retired." Does that mean you used to drive an 18-wheeler, but you don't anymore?
Or you only got two new tires for your car?
;)
Sounds like someone needs a vacation. Preferably someplace with lots of gorgeous blond women, and NO stupid coworker.
Hope the rest of the trip is less frustrating.
And yes that is Streep singing!
The only problem I have with Meryl Streep is she knows and says how great she thinks she is ... and blech to that. Even Bette Davis didn't do that and she, in my humble opinion, is, was and will ALWAYS be the best. Female actors would have waited a lot longer for great parts if not for Ms. Davis.
Oh, how I don't miss office life. Thanks for the reminder! Go freelance, and all your cares will be different.
I told a groaner last weekend, while lounging on the sugar-sand beach in West Florida: Why don't cats go to the beach?
They don't believe in Sandy Claws.
/santa claus... get it?
Ohhhh can I ever relate to the airplane trip. Back in the days when a coupla guys and I thought starting a hockey magazine would be a fun and profitable idea (c. 1998) we decided that our inaugural issue should cover the NHL Entry Draft which was in Buffalo that year. We had to make a connection at Laguardia, and all three of us noticed the very ... ahem... attractive and absurdly tall blonde with legs up to here in the departure lounge and remarked "Wouldn't it be a happy coincidence if she too were going to the draft."
Well to shorten the story a bit, she was in fact, going to the draft. (She worked for the firm that represented -- among others -- the Sabres first round pick Dimitri Kalinin.) And her seat was between mine and Scott's (the graphic/layout guy). We were sitting on the taxiway waiting our turn to climb into the sky when Chris (the accounting guy) who was seated a few rows ahead of us very politely asked her if he could trade seats so that we could "discuss business". She graciously agreed and Scott and I were both ungraciously ready to kill him before we reached cruising altitude.
And to answer your question about the full moon shot, it was ISO 100, 1/200 sec, at f/8.0, on a tripod with my 200mm telephoto. On a freeway on-ramp. With a severe case of very annoyed frustration.
So yeah, I can relate.
Frustration is circumstance thwarting our meeting - for a second time.
Gah!
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