Weird Scenes Inside The Goldmine
Been having a funny kind of week, some if it funny funny and some of it just plain funny.
Started out with me visiting my local CD/DVD emporium. Clearly that's not all that funny, but as I gave the sales assistant my card to pay for my purchases, she noted out loud "Hey you've got a new card". She then followed up with a comment that, in noticing that I had a new card, either she worked there too often or I shopped there too much. I told her it was probably a bit of both, and walked out of the store feeling a little bit less cool than when I walked in (in case you are wondering, on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being the epitomy of uncool and 10 being cooler than cat shit, I walked in there feeling about a 3).
The office christmas party was a few days after that. I was hoping for some genuine scandal and out and out shenanigans but it was pretty tame. That's not to say a good time wasn't had by all - it absolutely was. Some people definitely gave new definition to the term 'going hard', and in all probability I made a bit of an ass of myself dancing to Sweet Child Of Mine. It was the second time in as many weeks that I went 'out', and that's probably enough for me for another 12 months.
2 nights ago I was making toasted sandwiches for dinner, and in honour of this momentus occasion, I decided to dust of my George Foreman grill (a fine appliance I must say, but it was literally covered in dust, having sat on the top shelf of my kitched bench for the better part of a year). Upon pulling it down from said top shelf, the power chord became stuck, but given that my hands were full just picking it up, I decided to reef to chord down, deducting that if I use enough force it will swing away from my body and not cause me any grief....The plan worked, with the chord swinging well away from my body, but on it's downward trajectory it landed smack bang in the middle of the sanwhich I had just perpared. Physics: 1 Me: 0.
Standing in my kitchen late last night I had the sudden realisation that I severely missed my grandmother, who passed away 21 years ago.
That was the week that was.
Started out with me visiting my local CD/DVD emporium. Clearly that's not all that funny, but as I gave the sales assistant my card to pay for my purchases, she noted out loud "Hey you've got a new card". She then followed up with a comment that, in noticing that I had a new card, either she worked there too often or I shopped there too much. I told her it was probably a bit of both, and walked out of the store feeling a little bit less cool than when I walked in (in case you are wondering, on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being the epitomy of uncool and 10 being cooler than cat shit, I walked in there feeling about a 3).
The office christmas party was a few days after that. I was hoping for some genuine scandal and out and out shenanigans but it was pretty tame. That's not to say a good time wasn't had by all - it absolutely was. Some people definitely gave new definition to the term 'going hard', and in all probability I made a bit of an ass of myself dancing to Sweet Child Of Mine. It was the second time in as many weeks that I went 'out', and that's probably enough for me for another 12 months.
2 nights ago I was making toasted sandwiches for dinner, and in honour of this momentus occasion, I decided to dust of my George Foreman grill (a fine appliance I must say, but it was literally covered in dust, having sat on the top shelf of my kitched bench for the better part of a year). Upon pulling it down from said top shelf, the power chord became stuck, but given that my hands were full just picking it up, I decided to reef to chord down, deducting that if I use enough force it will swing away from my body and not cause me any grief....The plan worked, with the chord swinging well away from my body, but on it's downward trajectory it landed smack bang in the middle of the sanwhich I had just perpared. Physics: 1 Me: 0.
Standing in my kitchen late last night I had the sudden realisation that I severely missed my grandmother, who passed away 21 years ago.
That was the week that was.
posted by I Am Man I Am You. at 8:27 AM
3 Comments:
Having actually served you in a fine music emporium, I can honestly say you were one of the finer species that came in on a regular basis. One of my favourites.
AND working in retail can sometimes be so dull you do tend to remember a lot of little things about you.
Or, maybe she just wants to shag you?
Our office Christmas Party is on Friday. 6 hours stuck on a boat with at least one person I dislike intensely.
I am sorry you miss your Grandma, I miss mine too.
I will take that as a compliment, though the bar was probably not all that high. I was only thinking the other day about that store. I can safely say with 100% accuracy that I have never been served by anyone who wants to shag me.
Boat christmas party eh? Do the same rules apply on those as they do in international waters??
Grandparents can be amazing. It's sad when kids miss out on them I think.
You underestimate yourself my friend.
I am thinking that a boat party may be the perfect time to confront the person I don't like, she can't get away from me.
Either that, or I will just drink loads and avoid her.
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