The Grumples Monday Edition
I loathe Mondays. Especially Mondays like this Monday, where I have to sit at a desk for 5 hours with nothing to do. Let me rephrase, nothing interesting to do. My brain is a pile of mush. My super-educated, top 10% of class, workaholic brain is BORED!!! I need substance, or at least something to do! I could have gone to the Manhattan VoTech and had a job like this one!
My Monday grumples today are threefold.
1) My job makes me want to drink heavily so my brain can feel like it really is being used up to its potential.
2) My sister made me feel like absolute crap about my dog. She also thinks that my Molly will decapitate her children and chew off my hand while I’m sleeping. Quote – “They have a bad reputation for a reason.” Yes, because people who claim they have a bad reputation tell other people they have a bad reputation, who tell other people, etc, etc.
3) Graduation was this weekend, which once again made me feel old. Everyone (parents) was asking me what I’m doing a year after my graduation day. I answer the phone in a cheerful voice. I’m so glad I spent all that $$$$ on my overpriced education. Maybe I can get a job as a checker at Wal-Mart next!
But an upper to this downer of an entry is the joy of this weekend. My friends are the absolute best, and I’m so proud of them. I’m especially proud of Amber who, during her graduation keg party, lost her dancing shoes, only to find them again, putting her back on top of her ‘dancing game.’ Thank you for dancing shoes. Thank you for boob shirts. Thank you for sparkly boob shirts that attract drunk boyfriends. Thank you for wine in a box, the OC and a bed of good buddies. Thank you for pitas. Thank you for cheese bread. Thank you for summer beer and random shots of apple flavored liquor. Thank you to Mike Sukup, the friendliest bartender in town. May the good lord Kevin Costner bless you all. If you build it, he will come. Amen.
Stay tuned for grad pictures! If you read it, I will post.
So people are still giving you a hard time about good ‘ol Molly….I have to admit Molly is the furthest thing from evil. She does demand attention but wouldn’t hurt a fly, well she might hurt herself since she doesn’t seem to think that cars and motercycles are scary and could hurt her. I found that she likes to wonder out on the street while on a walk, kind of random.
I am formally stating that Professor Molly McGoo, Ph.D. is officially a loveable, friendly, attention whore, and we love her.
Sorry Megan for your grumpy Monday, its seems you and Heath share the same hatred for your work environments. Lets all go to Brazil.
There is no such thing as Monday in Brazil, Megan. And I think you accomplished your goal in reference to Bullet Point 1: “1)My job makes me want to drink heavily so my brain can feel like it really is being used up to its potential.” And Molly is great. In the words of Ben Harper ” ..don’t knock it, until you’ve tried it…. I’m going to burn one down.” That last part isn’t really relevant. But…