Update for those concerned: Voice slightly better, still bad, but not waking up next to a guy in tighty-whities bad. I managed, after sleeping until noon, getting up to craft a post, and then going back to bed until 4:00, to take a shower and go pick up my laundry and dry-cleaning. Over and out. High (or middling-to-low) expectations for tomorrow.
In other news, let’s all raise our glasses (mine has OJ and Sprite, okay?) to Matthew Van McDaniel, a fellow in Orange County, CA, who wanted to get to jail so badly that he drove right into it. (That’s what we call drive, folks. Bah-dum-bum.)
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I know that you’re probably focused on your own life and how you’re going to pay your rent and cook your Thanksgiving turkey and all, but zoos are having a hard time these days.
Animals are hungry, you know. Feeding them is not cheap. Plus, there’s cage and terrarium maintenance, and landscaping, and making sure the wild, vicious beasts don’t get out and eat people, cause they’re hungry, you know…
photo credit: kundl
Did y’all hear? Some poor fellow in California died on his balcony (a single gunshot wound to the eye, apparently) and was there for four days before his neighbors called the cops. Because they thought he was part of a Halloween decoration.
That’s not really going out with a bang.
Remember that guy George Turkelbaum, a proofreader (a job close to my heart; it could have been me!) who expired at his desk and went unnoticed by coworkers for five days because “he habitually came in early and worked late and kept to himself”? Fortunately, George turned out to be a bit of an urban legend.
Ever notice how certain cities, like New York, Boston, and Washington, DC, have more nail salons per block than Starbucks? And they offer cheap, quality services—on certain nights of the week, your mani and pedi might even run you less than your fancy caffeinated bev and pumpkin bread snack. And it will sure as hell last you longer.
On the other side of the coin we have places like my parents’ neck of the woods in Florida, where strip malls feature a higher ratio of hospital equipment stores and check-cashing venues to spas or cofffeshops. It all depends on where you live, I suppose.
Regardless of what happened when I got “let go” from my last job, I have always known that I worked with some fabulous people. Smart, funny, sometimes bizarro people of the sort that, when you bring them out to meet other friends, your friends wonder incredulously, “How do you meet such great people?”
Because as we all know, a lot of people are … not so great.
I’m sure you’ll all be quite pleased to know that, after 7 back-to-back episodes of Law and Order yesterday (which really freaks a person out, now that you mention it; I’ve been scanning dumpsters for body parts all day), followed by 12 hours of sleep, I feel much, much better. I awoke this morning sans headache, sans throat ache, sans despair.
