I witnessed first hand this weekend the grip that corporate America has on it's members. My other sister (not office Knight), we'll give her an honorary office title....Office Doll. Office Doll buys toys for a living. Office Doll and I go out together almost every weekend. It's down to a science at this point: Office Doll comes to my apartment, I make a few drinks with the infamous office raider heavy hand and we crank up the itunes, much to the chagrin of my neighbors. When Office Doll and I go out we try to leave the stress of the daily grind behind. Stressing about work or other boring things like 401k's has no place on the dance floor. For one evening a week, the palm pilots and spreadsheets are traded in for high heels and tank tops. Well this week Office Doll broke the rules and had a business inspired panic attack/hallucination! It was well past midnight and probably 4 redbull vodkas plus a few mystery shots later when the panic struck: Office Doll had herself convinced that her phone was sending texts messages to her boss! Hell bent on washing my stresses down with too many alcoholic concoctions I was in no position to reason with Office Doll and just started yelling...Here we are two blondes that look an awful lot a like in our little jeans and shoes screaming at each other in front of a line of awaiting clubgoers. Finally I thrusted my arm into the air to hail a cab yelling "We have to go home since your phone is sending unauthorized text messages to your boss!" The evening was a bust. Thank you John Doe of Widgets Inc.
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Well, my brother Tom's ass often calls me from his cell phone. I would say that I get at least four calls a months from my brothers ass, which is squashed up much too closely to his cell phone, a cell phone which does not seem to have a keyguard. I once got a message that was a good thirty minutes long, where I overheard a fight between my brother and his wife, my brother and my mother and then my brother and my nephew Cameron. As an added bonus, I got to listen in on the cashier at tghe WalMart where they were all fighting at the same time.
Good times!
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