I couldn’t get started this morning and it is already hot and muggy so the walk to the subway didn’t speed me up any.
When I got to work I said to one of the security guards, “Jesus, hot enough for you?”
“Never mind that, I’m already dealing with bullshit.”
I asked her what was wrong.
“This skinny bitch tries to come through here and I tell her she’s got to get put her bag through x-ray before I can let her in. Dude she’s with says, ‘She’s from the L.A. office, it’s okay.’ No, I don’t care where you from, over here you go through x-ray.”
I laughed and said, “Well, it’s over with so don’t dwell on it.”
“Oh, I’m done. Got to leave room for the more bullshit. My day’s just started.”
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Good one. I dressed in my schoolie best for a Sony presentation (ads for the new alpha digital) today (my first trip to Sony in over a decade). So it's humid and typhooning in Tokyo. Rain. Sun. Steam. I got on a blazer, Tommy Hil khakis, brogues and an purple Oxford. I'm sweating me balls off, no doubt. I get to Sony and the agency guy has on jeans, sneakers and a Hawaiian shirt. We get up to the meeting room and all the Sony guys have on T-shirts and jeans. I'm like WTF?! But my copy cleared the fence, cleared the bases and then some, so it's all good, minus the sweat. Beer followed not long after.
haha, yeah i think it is one of those hot ass days where everything is annoying and you just can't get moving.
i just missed the b train but figured the next one would come soon. but instead 3 c trains came and i finally decided i'll just get on the damn c and switch to the d at 59th. then some poor lady who was probably in her early 30s asked someone if she could sit and passed out on the train, i guess she couldn't handle the heat. some guy walked her off the train at 86th though so and she looked okay and we got moving again.
Yeah, and it's supposed to get worse...
Despite the brief intrusion by the security guard, the Skinny Bitch From The L.A. Office's cloak and scythe were undetected by the x-ray scanner, and by the time the elevator opened on the 18th floor, she was properly attired for the purposes of her meetings in New York.
I'm going to use those words next time I ask to open the bank vault at my neighborhood branch. I'll also throw in a "free beer and sorbet for everyone" to clinch the deal.
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