6th
I don’t really feel awkward…
When my dad was first reading this blog he said that the overall theme seemed to be “awkwardness.”
I’ve been wondering lately why I haven’t been running to the computer every chance I get to capture the awkward moments of late. I mean, it’s not like I fit in any better - I live in the fucking suburbs and work for a corporation. My days are uncomfortable silences and biting back comments on how poor everyone’s style is.
In fact just the other day they put up the Christmas trees in the corporate building - you know, the one apparently located in the deep south with the signs, “jews go home” hanging everywhere.
It’s a banner year in the old Bender house this time around, we got giant trees, giant santaclauses (but they are - get this - WEARING SUNGLASSES AND ARE UNDER PALM TREES!!!!), tinsel, lights, etc. And once again apparently everyone thinks it’s totally appropriate to hold a town hall in someone’s home in front of their Christmas tree?
Is it awkward? Not really. I don’t feel awkward. I just feel tired.
I mean, I guess you’re 30 when you think, “it’s just a job and I’ll put on a fucking elf costume if it will get everyone off my back and get me a promotion.”
