Wendy's Creates Metaphors
So I had to watch this movie "Glengerry Glenross" as part of my "special training" for my promotion to Marketing Manager at ASI. And it's a pretty okay movie except for how it was mind-numbingly boring, so of course I made Stacey watch it, too. And half way through the movie she turns to me and she says, with genuine dismay, "I'm so pissed off! Today I was really craving those new chicken strips from Wendy's, but not really the chicken strips themselves, because there's nothing really special about them. What I was craving was the southwestern chipotle sauce that comes with them. I really just wanted the sauce."
So, of course, being used to this kind of non sequitur with her, I pause the flick and turn to her with this incredulous look on my face and ask, "So what?"
Stacey stared intently at the coffee table for a while before she answered. "There's no Wendy's on the way home from work. So I had to drive waaaay out of my way, just to get them. And then, when I got home, I looked in the bag, and the guy had forgotten to give me the sauce."
And I laughed. I laughed for about half a minute, unpaused the movie, and said to her, "Sounds like my whole goddamn life."
Har har har. Irony, or Alanis "Rain-on-my-motherfucking-wedding-day" irony? You decide, eggs.
In any case, I find myself in fairly good spirits, despite what it shaping up to be a sixty hour work-week without respite. But it will be well worth it. I comfort myself with the idea that perhaps, someday not too far distant, I'll be able to buy an enema bag made of baby seal heads and shoot liquid gold into my ass. Yes, money is a welcome change of pace.
Have you played Disgaea? It's the best video game *ever*.
I need to get up early tomorrow, so I will piss off to bed now. Boo-ya.
So, of course, being used to this kind of non sequitur with her, I pause the flick and turn to her with this incredulous look on my face and ask, "So what?"
Stacey stared intently at the coffee table for a while before she answered. "There's no Wendy's on the way home from work. So I had to drive waaaay out of my way, just to get them. And then, when I got home, I looked in the bag, and the guy had forgotten to give me the sauce."
And I laughed. I laughed for about half a minute, unpaused the movie, and said to her, "Sounds like my whole goddamn life."
Har har har. Irony, or Alanis "Rain-on-my-motherfucking-wedding-day" irony? You decide, eggs.
In any case, I find myself in fairly good spirits, despite what it shaping up to be a sixty hour work-week without respite. But it will be well worth it. I comfort myself with the idea that perhaps, someday not too far distant, I'll be able to buy an enema bag made of baby seal heads and shoot liquid gold into my ass. Yes, money is a welcome change of pace.
Have you played Disgaea? It's the best video game *ever*.
I need to get up early tomorrow, so I will piss off to bed now. Boo-ya.