Every Joke You Hear
2019-03-01, 9:38 p.m.
recently on Chaos Attraction
Today’s work drama:
(a) New Girl had to call her dad at 5 a.m. when a door locked unexpectedly and after she apologized for doing it, he said something like, “It’s okay, sometimes everyone has to call a responsible adult. Let me know when you find one.”
New Girl also has a hamster (it has five names and I forgot them all) that her four-year-old dropped the cage of and was going to have to go home and clean up bedding all night.
(b) Quote from GQ: “I don’t know if I want to run away from my family. I kinda like ‘em.”
GQ also informed New Girl and I about this ah, interesting money scheme thing he does in which he signs up people for free trials of things, then un-signs them up a few days later and somehow gets paid in $1000 gift cards for this, and then they all have to wait 2 years to be eligible to do this thing again, so he keeps track and calls them all up. “Hey, it’s GQ, the money guy. It’s that time again.” New Girl was interested but said it looked scammy, I was thinking “I see that you get money from it,” (he literally has photos of the gift cards he’s gotten) “but it sounds scammy.”
(c) Continuing with the scheduling drama: the coworker who is retiring as of oh, next week has apparently not announced it to anyone, which makes me wonder. Meanwhile, BigBoss, who is still out for concussion but still has to answer e-mails, said they won’t be rehiring for the head scheduler’s position
I went to the standup comedy show in town. The professor was not there, so I am unfortunately reasonably assuming she had another medical emergency. (Note: upon checking the Internet the next day: yup.)
I saw an audition notice for Tony n’ Tina’s Wedding dinner theater at the end of March--another opportunity I could not do if I were in Gumbo tech week and it’s improv!!!--but then I started realizing the reality of the situation, like watching videos about it online and going, “Much as I’d love to be in an improv show like that, who’s gonna cast me as a trashy Italian bridesmaid? I can’t act,” and “oh, the performance is on the weekend of Maker Faire, that kinda sucks.” I have the month to decide on that one, mind you, but...reality always kicks in, doesn’t it?
I e-mailed Melinda and she said she’d convene a meeting with everyone on Monday night to talk about this and where to regroup from here. We shall see. I wish I could get together with her this weekend but it sounds like she has kid drama, which is fun when it’s autistic kid drama.