Hanging out with the cool kids
Today I hung out with the cool kids from work.
As an aside, pardon, I am about 5 harpoon ipa's into my evening, and if I ramble, excuse me.
Anyway, my department is split into the 2nd and 3rd floor. The 3rd floor is split into the command center(where I work) and the management/admin side of our department. The management part is the side I generally bitch about.
So one of my friends used to work on the 2nd floor, then got promoted to the 3rd floor as an admin job (office assistant). She is moving to New York State because her boyfriend lives there, so tonight is her goodbye party at a local bar.
Since I am a friend of hers I was invited, but most of the people there were the people in the management side of the house she directly works with. The cool kids. It was kind of wild, actually. I felt like I was in high school again. Every thing you say is a non sequiter. There were a few people who, by their natural gifts, are able to speak both uncool and cool.. but the rest, not so much. So whenever I spoke, I felt like I was somehow intruding into the conversation, and it wasn't merely a false impression I had, but reality, because there would be odd pauses in the conversation.
I kind of wish there was a wierd sort of uncool/cool embassy.. The cool people talk about sports, betting pools, reality shows, that sort of thing. I don't care about any of those things. The cool people are strangely limited.. they seem to think that if your not cool, your not acceptable. Not so the uncool people. We really more or less pity them. For example, the sexist, bigoted, lazy slob I work with, who (believe it or not) I actually like is a cool person.. but it seems that the cool person life is limited to sex, sports and shallow things. Sad really.
Anyway, It was odd being inadvertantly invited to one of these things.. as if someone was going to meet me at the door and say "pardon, how did you get this invitation?" before the brown coats slipped over to deal with the uncool infidel. I would be questioned in the back room, asked things like "what was the best play drew bledsoe every ran" or something similar.
I feel bad for the cool people, it was so far outside their comfort zone, me appearing there invited, like the red death at that famous gala that mr. Poe wrote about.
I don't actually, despite my drunken rambling, feel bad or anything, I have many friends, uncool to the last dog, as it were, and am happy with this. I just wish there was a translation or something similar you could have between the cool and uncool.. sort of like those odd cat/english or dog/english translator machines you see advertised selling from Japan (no I am not joking, check it on the web).
As an aside, pardon, I am about 5 harpoon ipa's into my evening, and if I ramble, excuse me.
Anyway, my department is split into the 2nd and 3rd floor. The 3rd floor is split into the command center(where I work) and the management/admin side of our department. The management part is the side I generally bitch about.
So one of my friends used to work on the 2nd floor, then got promoted to the 3rd floor as an admin job (office assistant). She is moving to New York State because her boyfriend lives there, so tonight is her goodbye party at a local bar.
Since I am a friend of hers I was invited, but most of the people there were the people in the management side of the house she directly works with. The cool kids. It was kind of wild, actually. I felt like I was in high school again. Every thing you say is a non sequiter. There were a few people who, by their natural gifts, are able to speak both uncool and cool.. but the rest, not so much. So whenever I spoke, I felt like I was somehow intruding into the conversation, and it wasn't merely a false impression I had, but reality, because there would be odd pauses in the conversation.
I kind of wish there was a wierd sort of uncool/cool embassy.. The cool people talk about sports, betting pools, reality shows, that sort of thing. I don't care about any of those things. The cool people are strangely limited.. they seem to think that if your not cool, your not acceptable. Not so the uncool people. We really more or less pity them. For example, the sexist, bigoted, lazy slob I work with, who (believe it or not) I actually like is a cool person.. but it seems that the cool person life is limited to sex, sports and shallow things. Sad really.
Anyway, It was odd being inadvertantly invited to one of these things.. as if someone was going to meet me at the door and say "pardon, how did you get this invitation?" before the brown coats slipped over to deal with the uncool infidel. I would be questioned in the back room, asked things like "what was the best play drew bledsoe every ran" or something similar.
I feel bad for the cool people, it was so far outside their comfort zone, me appearing there invited, like the red death at that famous gala that mr. Poe wrote about.
I don't actually, despite my drunken rambling, feel bad or anything, I have many friends, uncool to the last dog, as it were, and am happy with this. I just wish there was a translation or something similar you could have between the cool and uncool.. sort of like those odd cat/english or dog/english translator machines you see advertised selling from Japan (no I am not joking, check it on the web).