I'm in hell...and there's Mexican music?
Hah. Funny story.
So I had to work today. It was SO incredibly dull today (Super Bowl Sunday. People wouldn't dare get sick or die on Super Bowl Day! It's just not done), and in the afternoon between 1-5pm, the phone rang like twice. So not a hell of a lot for me to do.
So I decided to take a nap (I know, I know. How many jobs pay you to sleep? But I digress)
So I was in this state where I was mostly asleep. When all of a sudden I hear...
"la coucaracha. La cucaracha, la cucaracha,
Ya no quieres caminar,
"la coucaracha. La cucaracha, la cucaracha,"
And i'm going "WTF?" First thought that popped into my head was that line from the Birdcage of "We're in Hell, and there's a crucifix". Only my hell consisted of Mexican music. About a cockroach (bet you none spanish speaking people didn't know that. random trivia for you!)
So then I was like, well where the hell's it coming from? Someone is singing it, and as far as I know, I'm the only one in the building. The other thought that popped into my head was "fantastic Kayla. You're going to be killed a-la horror movie style by a screaching mexican singing maniac. How fitting. "
I go up two of the alleyways, and there's the cleaning lady, belting her little heart out into the broom, wriggling her hips, looking as ridiculous as this poor soul and having a gay old time.
I of course, laughed until I cried, and the poor woman was so incredibly embarassed.
Ah, work. Always boring, but never mundane.
So I had to work today. It was SO incredibly dull today (Super Bowl Sunday. People wouldn't dare get sick or die on Super Bowl Day! It's just not done), and in the afternoon between 1-5pm, the phone rang like twice. So not a hell of a lot for me to do.
So I decided to take a nap (I know, I know. How many jobs pay you to sleep? But I digress)
So I was in this state where I was mostly asleep. When all of a sudden I hear...
"la coucaracha. La cucaracha, la cucaracha,
Ya no quieres caminar,
"la coucaracha. La cucaracha, la cucaracha,"
And i'm going "WTF?" First thought that popped into my head was that line from the Birdcage of "We're in Hell, and there's a crucifix". Only my hell consisted of Mexican music. About a cockroach (bet you none spanish speaking people didn't know that. random trivia for you!)
So then I was like, well where the hell's it coming from? Someone is singing it, and as far as I know, I'm the only one in the building. The other thought that popped into my head was "fantastic Kayla. You're going to be killed a-la horror movie style by a screaching mexican singing maniac. How fitting. "
I go up two of the alleyways, and there's the cleaning lady, belting her little heart out into the broom, wriggling her hips, looking as ridiculous as this poor soul and having a gay old time.
I of course, laughed until I cried, and the poor woman was so incredibly embarassed.
Ah, work. Always boring, but never mundane.