The world is my lobster
Today was pretty much a mess of a day, which is one of my favorite sayings as of late. I was left alone at work today to the point where I couldn’t even get up to go to the bathroom. I made nice friends with an attorney who then decided to subpoena me while I was all alone. I was on the verge of tears but luckily found some help. Many more things went wrong at work today, but I won’t bore anyone. Though my little friend, now that she knows my name, has managed to look me up and find my phone number so she can now call me non-stop to ask me her lame questions.
One of the commuter trains hit some people earlier today and screwed the whole train schedule up. I can’t remember the last time I took the train, but on the one day I decide to go to my parent’s house for dinner and to see my cousin, the train is 40 minutes late. And thus I come to the realization, it’s not just the T that sucks, it’s the entire MBTA system. 15 minutes stopped at one stop and nobody even bothers to tell us why. And since I am an amateur and it was dark outside, I had not the foggiest where I was.
BUT I arrived at my childhood house for a lovely evening at home with my parents, my Texan cousin, champagne, and a huge lobster dinner. Three hours in the warmth of my home was completely worth everything else crappy that happened today.
“A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.” -Lord Byron
January 11th, 2007 at 3:27 pm
love the writing…but your complaints about being late for dinner with the family seem immature given that a couple of people lost their lives in that accident.
January 11th, 2007 at 4:14 pm
You’re completely right. I thought about that after I wrote it but never went back to change it. I really am sorry for the people who were killed and I’m sorry I was so insensitive.