I'm so pissed right now. I just got back from lunch. As I was sitting down my left pocket rammed right into the corner of a solid wooden table. I immediately heard the sounds of Lego's and crystal falling, and crashing into the hard and unforgiving floor; Crashing, snapping, and breaking sounds filled my ears. I froze as my mind analyzed the situation. My left pocket is where I keep my phone. Denial swept over me, as disbelieve filled my soul. I had just checked the time only seconds earlier. I slowly reached into my pocket. My fingers gently prodded around to inspect the situation. Yes, there was a phone and a few other small papers. I pulled my cell phone out of its hiding place. I gingerly brushed my thumb over the severely cracked surface. It looked like it was the remnant of an old battle field, the face might have even stopped a bullet. My phone looked back at me and quietly said, "I'm broken". A tear rolled down my cheek as all the memories of my phone passed in front of my consciousness. I was only interrupted by the Hippo's next to me who had started diving into their trough. It was feed time. I was mad at myself for changing my mind at the last moment and going there instead of Panda. I'll never change my mind again.
I also had memories of going to the phone store only yesterday to inspect new phones. I have evil plans to 'upgrade'. I've had them for a while now actually. Last night I found out that I still have 5 months on my T-Mobile contract before I can cancel, Otherwise I'll be slapped with a 200 smacker penalty for breaking the contract early. My new choice will be to join my brothers Family plan at cingular. It will be better, it will be cheaper. I will tell you more about it when the time is right.
Last night I met with the Bishop. No I'm not in trouble again, why do you always think that? We, and his two helpers, discussed the outcome of the service auction. After that I was given a cookie that I thought would rip the fillings right out of my head it was so hard.
Also last night I took up arms to fight the battle of my life. I just got the game last week, and I've already conquered the battle field in the name of Good. Now I'm playing the Bad Guys. Its rather fun. Last night I took particular pleasure in destroying the Shire, and killing every single Hobbit I saw. They were no match for my hordes of Orks and Goblins. I cut thru them like butter, and then sacked Bagend, Bilbo and Froto's house. It was a complete and utter victory!
More from the co-workers: So Steve, my desk neighbor continues to talk to himself, the wall, and to the computer in an outdoor voice, I've seen no end to this annoyance. Today must be Denim Day in Steve's Closet, cause thats what he's wearing, including Denim socks and underwear probably. He's also sick, thus speaks like a horse. And just to make sure that everyone knows he's sick, he wanders around coughing on people. Of the two or so months he's been here, he's only been present maybe half of those days. Our time together is filled with complaining and bickering, and then the swearing. most of the time when he complains its about his back, or health, or the computer not doing what he wants it to (user error) it seems like he's just informing me he'll be leaving early, or won't make it in to work the next day. He's become predictable.
Did you see the Dancing With The Stars results? Julianne from my ward won again.
Lunch was sponsored by The Corner Bakery, unfortunately.
I'm listening to Eragon still. I'm at the beginning of the second book, and its becoming confusing and disjointed. I'm loosing interest unless he 'hooks-up' with the Elf princess or starts killing Orks soon.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
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