I am having, “A Case of the Fridays.”
…This is when paychecks have already shown up, everyone from Corporate has already left for the weekend, Boss is out having cocktails, and I am sitting here basically waiting for phones to ring. “A Case of the Fridays,” is actually oddly exhausting…all this nothingness after a week of everythingness, where you sit there and look at the volume of emails and contracts and reports you’ve sent out, sitting in the sorting file, and become reminded of just how much paperwork and record keeping you do all day long, everyday, and how it is never going to change, and how “retirement” is still like 30-something years away.
…”A Case of the Fridays” can be oddly depressing, at times, for an end-of-the-week “period” to five days of collected crap.
…And that’s when I remember that I have this whole OTHER job that defines me, and of which I am proud, and eager to work in, and learn from. Then, “A Case of the Fridays,” sorta starts to melt away into a muddy little puddle, that I will accidentally step in, first thing on Monday morning.
…But that’s another problem, two whole days from now, so lets not think about it at the moment.
…At the moment, all I need to think about is what to blog today.
Not a whole lot to throw out there for you guys. Just sitting here at my desk, and looking around for inspiration, doesn’t help much.
The ancient Kennedy Administration furnace just conked back on, with a couple jiggles and a bang. Every time it begins it’s new cycle, it’s like raising the dead. But at least it is consistent, and though all is gross and wetness outside my wall of windows, inside we are holding to the low 70′s (because I can.)
The phone rings. I answer it. The call is complete.
…I sigh, and look around again.
Out in the lobby, on the carpet, is a spent cigarette butt. Tracked in (no doubt) from the tooth-grip of a Contractor’s boot. It’s all shriveled up and twisted…and cuz of the filter, looks a lot like a pretzel.
…I’m hungry.
…See how almost everything can turn into something about “food” with me?
Another phone ring. You guys, I know…the suspense and adventure I’m giving you right now is just unbelievable. And you’re welcome for that.
…”Marty” is dinging me with IM’s every so often, as we chat about yesterday’s blog, and what she’s eating that I wish I was eating (answer: a blueberry bagel), and how we are going to see a show tonight, and about what we are gonna eat before it, and who we are gonna see once we are there, and if I can slip out early…since it IS only Friday…and beat the traffic, maybe.)
…But then, it’s already a quarter after 3 anyway…at this point, how much of a jump on the commute can I really get?
…Plus I need to go home and maybe change or something first. Or maybe not.
I have to pee.
Listen, I know this isn’t your usual post of topical theme and stuff, but I feel like we know each other well enough by now, for me to be like, “Guys, it’s one of those days, can I just do this stream of pointless narrative instead?”
…And you’ll be like, “Dude, whatever you need. It’s been a WEEK, and we totally get that.”
…And I’ll be like, “See, this is why we hang out. Because you ‘get it’ and stuff.”
…And you’ll be like, “Fuck YEAH we do. Cuz I’ve got ‘A Case of the Fridays’ too!”
…And I’ll be like, (clap of hand on your back) “I feel yuh bro. Let’s you n’ me leave early, and get to the more important things is life. Like what’s for dinner.”
…And you’ll be like, “…Whatever it is: it’s gonna have beef in it!”
…And that’s the first time I’ll take your hands in mine, look you in the eye, and with all my soul tell you:
“I love you.”
~D
