When I get all wound up about something that's happened (whether good or bad) I tend to retell the stories by making lists. But I get so wrapped up in the excitement that I start out listing alphabetically, but unknowingly switch to a numeric list and then switch back.
A, I lost my cellphone on the bus 2 days ago, second of all, I have AT&T which doesn't really exist anymore, so I'm being bullied into switching over to Cingular and the customer service reps "claim" that AT&T phones don't exist anymore, and C, the supervisor on the phone called me a LIAR(!) for saying that the previous unintelligible "customer care" rep told me I could stay with AT&T.
See?
But also, these lists are born out of the fact that shit that happens to me isn't usually, just A. Its A and second of all and C and third.
Not to fear, this won't be a journal of fucked up lists...this just introduces how my Chicago born brain (mal)functions.
If I don't want to be late for work I'll have to leave soon, but ever since we left our old office, which was a giant lofted space on Wooster street with 10ft. windows and beautiful furniture and a private bathroom and moved to a midtown mega-office building it's just not the same. First of all, I now have NO windows in my office. B, the room is 13 ft. by 8ft and there are 7.5 high celings. If the apocalypse was barreling down Madison Avenue I wouldn't even know until one of the horsemen came and lopped off my head.
SIGH.
On the bright side, I work for an arts non-profit which was founded by (and for) a well-known, deceased pioneer of photography. So, I love my job [well, this one anyway-I have 2 jobs-working 7 days a week-but more about that another day], I'm just getting used to the non-glamourous digs. Since my bosses are in London for an art opening (for which I did all the gruntwork) I better get going so I can do all the shit they emailed to me 5 hours ago.
Enjoy the freezing rain everyone!
A, I lost my cellphone on the bus 2 days ago, second of all, I have AT&T which doesn't really exist anymore, so I'm being bullied into switching over to Cingular and the customer service reps "claim" that AT&T phones don't exist anymore, and C, the supervisor on the phone called me a LIAR(!) for saying that the previous unintelligible "customer care" rep told me I could stay with AT&T.
See?
But also, these lists are born out of the fact that shit that happens to me isn't usually, just A. Its A and second of all and C and third.
Not to fear, this won't be a journal of fucked up lists...this just introduces how my Chicago born brain (mal)functions.
If I don't want to be late for work I'll have to leave soon, but ever since we left our old office, which was a giant lofted space on Wooster street with 10ft. windows and beautiful furniture and a private bathroom and moved to a midtown mega-office building it's just not the same. First of all, I now have NO windows in my office. B, the room is 13 ft. by 8ft and there are 7.5 high celings. If the apocalypse was barreling down Madison Avenue I wouldn't even know until one of the horsemen came and lopped off my head.
SIGH.
On the bright side, I work for an arts non-profit which was founded by (and for) a well-known, deceased pioneer of photography. So, I love my job [well, this one anyway-I have 2 jobs-working 7 days a week-but more about that another day], I'm just getting used to the non-glamourous digs. Since my bosses are in London for an art opening (for which I did all the gruntwork) I better get going so I can do all the shit they emailed to me 5 hours ago.
Enjoy the freezing rain everyone!