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Today wasn't going so well and so, by lunch, I had decided to skip out on the farewell office party for someone at Chili's (where the Office Space references to FLAIR! are too ironic not to be pointed out here).  Instead I headed over to the gym to run off some steam.  I figured it was either that, or punch a few coworkers square in the jaw.  I think we can both agree option A is better when you prefer not to be fired. 

Before that I was trying to focus on work but I kept getting distracted thinking about a coworker that makes 72k a year (that's pre-commission mind you) and is always coming in late, leaving early, or taking personal calls on her speaker phone with her door open while using her outside voice.  So, generally feeling unmotivated to get any actual work done I started researching how I could escape.

Long story short, I could really use a vacation.  Luckily for me, in 2 months I'll be on a beach in Thailand. Unluckily for me, that's 2 more months until I'm actually on vacation.  And more unluckily for me, my bad day turned worse as I was leaving the gym.  Because, apparently, my car isn't through throwing me curve balls. 

Today after I unlocked the driver's side door, I couldn't get the damn thing shut again.  The latch was stuck and whatever I did, I couldn't get it to budge.  So, I ended up driving from the gym back to my office with the door ajar, holding the door semi-shut with one hand and steering with the other.  It was awesome.  I highly recommend it if you enjoy having strangers make contorted concerned faces in your general direction while using their free hands to honk, pointing out the obvious for no good reason.  Honk at me when I forgot to turn my lights on genius.  Not when I'm holding my door shut with my left hand. 

When I got back to the office and told a couple of my coworkers my sob story, they offered to help.  Thankfully one of them was able to jam the stupid lock back into place.  As I was recounting driving back from the gym, trying not to go crazy from the incessant interior warning system of "the door is ajar" dinging and describing the look on the faces of the people that were gawking at me, my coworker shook his head and said, "Yea, your gym has high end folks.  They don't know any better.  If some white trash person saw you driving around like that, they wouldn't honk or stare, they'd just feel bad for you, shake their head and say, 'Ooh, I'd been there before.'"  And I just had to laugh because he was totally right.

Comments

[kirk]

The all new Gretchen 2 is waiting for you at your local Volkswagen dealer.

[katy]

Hey - where are you going in Thailand? I *loved* it there on the SE islands ...

I lost all my film from that trip because there was a hurricane brewing and my film fell overboard while on the "fast boat" (read: everyone puking except me, high diesel fumes, large waves) back to the mainland so I can't prove I was ever there - seriously, you'll love it.

[egan]

Sprizee, have I got a deal for you. What will it take to get you in this 2006 Passat today?

[sprizee]

Kirk, Don't think that thought didn't cross my mind. If I remember correctly the first phrase I utter upon getting back to the office but before the door was fixed was, "I'm so done with this car".

Katy, In 2 months. That's why digital is where it's at. But I might bring the LOMO too just for kicks.

Egan, You're back! Yay! It's like you work with car dealers or something. You speak car dealer as well as you speak jive?

[amieable]

You know, you can try to act all "city-fied," but Gretchen and her antics expose you for the P.O. gal that you really are...

[egan]

Sprizee, don't you know I do my part to kill the earth by helping car dealers sell HUMMERS?