dirty water (a short throwback)

here’s my definition of disturbing for the day…

you’re sitting at work. you’ve just gotten off a phone call where you were babbling about extended service plan this and free monitor that. you are parched. you grab your water bottle, which is emblazoned with the company logo (as everything shy of our asses happens to be ’round them there parts) and throw it back like it was jack daniels and you were jimmy page…

…you just hit bottom when the PA speakers cut through the quiet din of the phone center…

um…er…not cool.

not refreshing.

in fact, the thought didn’t do much to perk up my mood, which this close to valentine’s day is chipper as can be as is, right? some people started to complain of stomach pain. personally, i think that was psychosematic bullshit. but they trucked in pallets of desani for us, and my night went on just fine. now i just need to go home and find my special valentine’s day shirt…