Vacation: day two. Spent most of windy-ass yesterday (I mean shit, wasn't it windy??) on my duff doin' nothing, which is pretty much exactly what I normally do at work. I didn't have to look busy though, which was nice (aside from the wicked hangover).
Other activies included going to the grocery store, buying a sandwich at Subway, eating said sandwich, installing more RAM in my laptop, and finally drinking an entire twelve-pack of High Life and falling asleep at 8 PM, only to awaken at 4:30 this morning. Thankfully, the old gang from Bayside High was there to keep me company.
Oh yeah, and yesterday I got stuck in my building's piece of shit elevator, which is just peachy when you're as claustrophobic as I am. Here's the transcript of the conversation I had with the dude sitting on the other end of the elevator emergency response line:
Me: "Uh...I'm stuck in the elevator."
Joe Elevator: "OK. Which floors are you stuck between?"
Me: (acting as if it wasn't the stupidest question you could possibly ask a person stuck in an elevator) "I don't know"
Joe Elevator: "All right. And where are you located?"
Me: "I just told you, fool, I'm stuck in the elevator."
Joe Elevator: "No, I mean which apartment?"
Me: (suddenly realizing that this idiot is probably in some office across town and has no idea who's calling and where they're from, and that you'll probably be stuck for quite a while longer) "Shit"
Fortunately, after a while the thing got moving again and I was able to escape. Fuck that noise. Next time I'm taking the stairs.
Damn, there sure are a lot of smileys available for this thing...
Other activies included going to the grocery store, buying a sandwich at Subway, eating said sandwich, installing more RAM in my laptop, and finally drinking an entire twelve-pack of High Life and falling asleep at 8 PM, only to awaken at 4:30 this morning. Thankfully, the old gang from Bayside High was there to keep me company.
Oh yeah, and yesterday I got stuck in my building's piece of shit elevator, which is just peachy when you're as claustrophobic as I am. Here's the transcript of the conversation I had with the dude sitting on the other end of the elevator emergency response line:
Me: "Uh...I'm stuck in the elevator."
Joe Elevator: "OK. Which floors are you stuck between?"
Me: (acting as if it wasn't the stupidest question you could possibly ask a person stuck in an elevator) "I don't know"
Joe Elevator: "All right. And where are you located?"
Me: "I just told you, fool, I'm stuck in the elevator."
Joe Elevator: "No, I mean which apartment?"
Me: (suddenly realizing that this idiot is probably in some office across town and has no idea who's calling and where they're from, and that you'll probably be stuck for quite a while longer) "Shit"
Fortunately, after a while the thing got moving again and I was able to escape. Fuck that noise. Next time I'm taking the stairs.
Damn, there sure are a lot of smileys available for this thing...
brookeish:
haha.