August 1, 2008

When your boss is female, PMS is not a call-in-sick excuse, but it should be. I'm so bloated I'm like a balloon about to pop, and after This American Life made me cry at work I started talking with a coworker about sad commercials, including one from my childhood that I haven't seen in 15 years, and began to cry. Then she laughed, it was laughable, and I laughed, and then I cried some more because I was embarrassed... the dreaded laugh cry. It's a bad sign of volatility on my part. In times like that I need to be kept in solitary confinement for the safety of myself and others.I made it through the rest of the day virtually unscathed until DHL showed up 45 minutes early for pick up. I really wish I could just curl up in the fetal position and sleep.

3 comments:

Ellie said...

The solution is that you should come over, watch an amazing (ly bad) Tamil remake of Sense and Sensibility, eat mediocre (veggie) Indian food and have a lot of gin. That will fix it.

Sam said...

Oh good, there are these dog chow commercials involving dogs in a shelter and how "all they want is to go home". Gets me once a month.

Corley said...

The commercial that made me cry is one that used to run for the humane society. They played "What Becomes of the Broken Hearted" while they showed a lonely looking kitten walking down railroad tracks in the middle of the city. I think it was black and white, but my brain also screams BLUE, though I don't know where the color is in the commercial.
This commercial is the whole reason I know the song "What Becomes of the Broken Hearted." All I could ever think as a little kid was, "Where is its MOMMY!? YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO PLAY ON RAILROAD TRACKS!"