so my old ball & chain found himself a job. making real money. I think it’s real money anyway, today was his first day and he hasn’t had a paycheck yet, but from the sounds of it, it’s going to be legal tender that we can use to buy goods and services across the country. Maybe even further.
I am happy about this in numerous ways, especially since we were probably going to die in the next week if he didn’t.
But of course I need to complain about the one thing that bugs me. Yes, he got a job. great. really. but let’s keep it in perspective here. he didn’t save the world, he didn’t didn’t bend time or create a new dimension in space, he didn’t write the great american novel. He got a job. my praise for his feat is on par with this fact. He was disappointed by my lack of fireworks and parades. I think he expected me to lay down a red carpet and feed him grapes while nubile concubines tended to his manly needs. or something.
I expect a spectacular reception to my major feats, like when I do the dishes or take a shower, but I don’t even get a little grunt or appreciative head nod.
it’s how it goes, folks. relationships are give and take, ignore and manipulate, lie and hide, outlast and outdraw.
on a completely unrelated note, a friend in tucson wrote a very interesting article on summer music festivals. go read someone who is smart and articulate and interesting and stop wasting your time here already. you should be embarrassed.
- I’m always late to the game
- july 1st