I didn’t have to be in work until 4 pm yesterday. That means I got to sleep for as long as I wanted. I woke up to my phone ringing at 11 am. It was my job calling. I did what anyone would do and turned my phone on silent and tried to fall back to sleep. When I finally decided to get up, I see that work has phoned 3 times. I look at my phone confused, put it aside and took a shower. I went to the mall and Starbucks. When I was done with those, I went to work.
Linda, my boss was calling me to tell me that she changed the schedule last-minute and that I am to work 11-4 on Tuesday instead of 4-10. When I arrived at work, they tell me I was supposed to be there at 11. This means I have the day off. I am happy I don’t have to work and feel only mildly guilty. I go home, watch an online episode of “The Office,” then go over Holly’s house for a dirty beefeater martini straight up.
And today I didn’t go running either. I had to be in work at 2pm, so during the day I watched a japanese movie called “Departures” on Netflix (I love Netflix!). The movie was great. I recommend it. Then I played on the Wii a little bit and went to work. After work I stopped over at Billy O’s for exactly two drinks. This time it was really only two drinks. Kristina, Holly, Dan and my brother were there. It was open mic and I knew a few of the people playing. My friend Dan went up there and played “Wonderwall” and “Cumbersome.” Good times, but short-lived. Its Wednesday and we all have to work tomorrow.
I seen a dead skunk in the road on my way home from the bar. It had a white stripe down its tail and I can’t recall if that means it’s a girl skunk or a boy skunk. As I got closer, it’s mate crept out of the shadows and crossed the street over to where it’s fallen comrade lie motionless. I must be super emotional tonight because this was the saddest thing I have witnessed in quite some time. The skunk that went to check on its friend didn’t have a white stripe down it’s tail. It was of opposite sex. I slowed my car because it would be a shame if they ended up side by side both dead in the road. I thought about pulling over to check and see if that skunk was really dead, but I would’ve gotten sprayed by its buddy. Not only his buddy, but if the dead skunk was still alive, he would’ve sprayed me too for one last hurrah. That would be a funny phone call out of work; “I can’t come to work today, I’ve been sprayed by two skunks.”
“How’d you manage that?”
“I checked out a dead skunk in the middle of the road last night. Come to find out he wasnt dead or alone.”
Bed time for me. Night’ yall.