Your Unemployed Daughter

photo credit: nevermindtheend

Let’s talk keyboards. See, I’m working with one—how do you not work with one? It would be almost like working without a computer, and goodness knows how we’d get anything done then!

Anyway, when you’re a freelancer you end up getting put at any number of desks with any number of keyboards. The only thing they have in common, really, is that they all have keys, unless you’re working at a really low-brow sort of institution. Oh, and they’re all dirty as hell. (I apologize for the picture and if it makes you want to throw up, cause it makes me want to throw up, and in fact I am averting my eyes quickly so as not to do so.)

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© Melinda Arons

It’s been a freakin’ weird summer so far, right? I mean, what with the 41 days of rain followed by all of those celebrity deaths, and Jess and Tony Romo’s split, and then today at my freelance gig I noticed a framed ink drawing of someone who quite remarkably resembles Huck’s friend Jim, the runaway slave, fishing rod and all, and I wonder about the appropriateness of such artwork in an office environment, but who am I to say anything, so I shuffle along, head down, hoping the printer works this time.

But sometimes something seems off and you just have to say something. Take a picture, even. And that is a situation my dear friend and high-powered television exec (yes, she’s employed, but don’t hold that against her) Melinda found herself in tonight, when she witnessed what she deems “Ghostbusters Weather” somewhere in the vicinity of the West Village.

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