At work, my group has a quick check in meeting every day at 10:30am. As today’s meeting was wrapping up I almost said, “happy Friday, everyone.” (Pause while Robert stands up to flip the record*) I stopped myself just in time. At the last possible second I realized that today is Thursday, not Friday. Shit.
I do that a lot. I can’t tell if I’m doing it more often now or if I just feel the heartbreak more acutely or what. I don’t know.
Today hasn’t been the longest work day in history, but maybe it’s in the top 10? Nothing bad happened (except for my calendar snafu) but it’s just been… long.
28 minutes until my shift ends. We started watching Goodfellas last night. I don’t know if we’ll finish it tonight, but either way we will be sure to constantly stir the gravy.
*We’ve spun a couple of Rush records today, some Yes, some Genesis, some Pink Floyd, some Cream, some Jeff Beck, some Jimmy Page with and without Led Zeppelin (I forgot I found the Death Wish II soundtrack at a used record store at some point in the distant past and I don’t think I had listened to it prior to this afternoon). Currently we’re listening to Blind Faith. When I flipped the record it was from side one to side two (obviously) which means “Sea of Joy.” Good! It also means “Do What You Like.” Not so good. Oh well.
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