overeducated and underemployed

turns out...

So I'm at the Hollywood Bowl last night, enjoying a nostalgia double-header of Elvis Costello (woo!) and The Police (eh). All is well -- even the irrepressible dancing glowstick guy two rows in front of me is manageable -- until the latter band launches into a slow jam I'm unfamiliar with, accompanied by images of destitute but happy children around the world. And it's at this moment, when I am stifling giggles, that I realize what a cynical asshole I am. Seriously. It might have even made me sad, if I had been able to think about anything other than the band meeting when this decision was made. Like --

"Hey, guys. This song is great, I really like it, and I'm totally not trying to start any of the famous feuds that made us split up in the first place. But don't you think this song would be really great if we showed images of destitute but happy children around the world while we played it? I mean -- like totally deep, and great?"

Followed by a chorus of --

"Yeah, omg, completely. I hadn't thought of that before. No one has. Brill, mate. Kids are so touching. Genius."

Thankfully, they then started playing  "De Doo Doo Doo" and I snapped out of it.

...And that's all I have to say to you.

in defense of...

1. ...using the elevator to get to my second floor cubicle.

While one can get into the stairwell on the bottom floor, one cannot get out on any subsequent level. Taking the stairs = trapped in them.

2. ...exclusively buying ice cream, Hot Pockets (that's on the Solomonster) and Haribo peach gummies at the grocery store last night.

It was a name brand Trader Joe's supplement trip!

So! Hopefully my fellow Disney cable net employees who use the 2-11 elevator bank and the super judgey guy in a fisherman's hat buying two big boys of High Life at the Ralph's read this blog. Because after this, I think coworkers and drunk fisherman will be much more impressed with me than previously. And that is of the utmost importance to me.

it's nice to know...

..That in a 21-floor office building, I work on one of the six floors that has a defibrillator. Because I'm a hypochondriac and the elevators here are slow, y'all.

Also -- there's now a 5% greater chance that I'll have a legitimate reason to yell "Clear!" on any given day (no actual math done in the calculation of that figure).

nate james breakout year

Hooray! Or , in the eloquent words of one of Duke's two fight songs, "rah rah rah rah rah ra-rah ra-rah"! Nathaniel J. Ames (not an accurate spelling) has replaced assistant coach Johnny Dawkins on the Blue Devil bench.

During my time in beautiful Durham, North Carolina, Nate James was my favorite Duke basketball player. I was always promising my friends that each ensuing year we were there would be, without a doubt, the Nate James breakout year we had all hoped for. Some post-season heroics in 2001 finally made me an honest woman, and now 7 years later (7 years, sweet Jesus!) Mr. "J.Ames" is breaking out further to thoroughly shmawesome affect.

And so, this seems as good a time as any to share my most embarassing Nate James moment(s).

It goes like this: My senior year roommate's brother was on the basketball team. She, therefore, knew the basketball team. And whenever she saw someone on the basketball team, she would make introductions.

SUPER sweet, right?

Yes.

...Except when you have been introduced to one member of the team (umm...Nate James) as "his biggest fan" on multiple occasions. Then, it just starts getting creepy.

I guess the point of this story is: thanks a lot, Ann.