hello?
"bueno"
"Hi, this is Emily with...... I need to verify...... can you do that for me?"
"spanish spanish spanish....."
"Do you speak any English?"
"No, spanish spanish spanish.."
I wait a second. Then she says:
"This is my friends phone."
"Alright, can I leave a number for your friend to call me back?"
"Sure hang on just a second... okay, go ahead."
Does this not seem odd to anyone else? Is it unbelievable that this has happened multiple times in the past week?
People do strange thing when they think they're in trouble. My best guess is that it is not even her friends phone and that when I call back next week it will say "this number is no longer in service" That seems to be the pattern so far anyways.
Why the heck would you want to see how long you can break rules and get away with things as a life-style. So that you have this nagging guilt all the time that makes you do things like cancel your phone service even when you don't need to. It seems like that is pretty counterproductive. To claim to be living free and without boundries, but you're really held captive by your own guilt and fear of where this may lead.
So I was going to see if I am dependent on caffine.
The answer is yes.
My head was punding and my eyes were drooping.
I had gone two days with out and finally brokedown. And by brokedown I mean I had three diet cokes in under an hour. That's less like breaking down and more like the engine fell out of the car five miles back and the brakes went out so I just swirved around until I finally ran through some guardrails. Then I ended up in a river, a river flowing with beautiful beautiful Diet Coke.
No big deal... it's diet.
This is the second day in a row where I have been the only soul in the office. It's sort of like I want to run up and down the halls and slide around in socks. But at the same time I know that would be the precise moment everyone would return from wherever they've been. Oh and also it's mostly carpet anyways.
"Hi, this is Emily with...... I need to verify...... can you do that for me?"
"spanish spanish spanish....."
"Do you speak any English?"
"No, spanish spanish spanish.."
I wait a second. Then she says:
"This is my friends phone."
"Alright, can I leave a number for your friend to call me back?"
"Sure hang on just a second... okay, go ahead."
Does this not seem odd to anyone else? Is it unbelievable that this has happened multiple times in the past week?
People do strange thing when they think they're in trouble. My best guess is that it is not even her friends phone and that when I call back next week it will say "this number is no longer in service" That seems to be the pattern so far anyways.
Why the heck would you want to see how long you can break rules and get away with things as a life-style. So that you have this nagging guilt all the time that makes you do things like cancel your phone service even when you don't need to. It seems like that is pretty counterproductive. To claim to be living free and without boundries, but you're really held captive by your own guilt and fear of where this may lead.
So I was going to see if I am dependent on caffine.
The answer is yes.
My head was punding and my eyes were drooping.
I had gone two days with out and finally brokedown. And by brokedown I mean I had three diet cokes in under an hour. That's less like breaking down and more like the engine fell out of the car five miles back and the brakes went out so I just swirved around until I finally ran through some guardrails. Then I ended up in a river, a river flowing with beautiful beautiful Diet Coke.
No big deal... it's diet.
This is the second day in a row where I have been the only soul in the office. It's sort of like I want to run up and down the halls and slide around in socks. But at the same time I know that would be the precise moment everyone would return from wherever they've been. Oh and also it's mostly carpet anyways.
posted by emily harrison at 10:01 AM
2 Comments:
carpet wouldn't have stopped tom cruise.
this post was bueno.
clover can say "aunt L" now.
I'm getting closer to our austin shopping trip every week! Don't forget to scout out a store that Lubbock doesn't have for me to buy something I could only get in Austin to flatter my newfound figure.
oh, there you are!
hey.
i understand that whole caffeine thing.
the headaches, the shakes.
i'm thinking of starting a caffeinated anonymous group.
12 steps and everything.
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