All the pain inside amplified by the fact that I can’t get by on my 9 to 5

About 90% of the lights on our side of the buliding in Hell, Inc are burnt out. It’s usually okay because we get a lot of light from the windows. But on cloudy days like today, it feels a bit like we work in a dilapidated old warehouse in 1940s Chicago rather than a climate-controlled cube farm in the soceer-mommiest of all the Minneapolis suburbs.

I noticed today that I toil under the ever-watchful eyes of Elvis, Superman and Paul Westerberg. They’re the three pictures I keep on my Cell walls. One is an artsy blue-tinted black and white shot of Westerberg I got from my friend Jess. The second one is an Ad concept that says from ‘King to Queen’ and features a picture of cute Elvis and then Cute Elvis in drag sporting a tiara and pink boa. Finally a stern-looking grey-templed Superman profile graces my calendaar for the month of June.

I think it is the magical combination of these three men that caused Kathleen Turner Overdrive, while on shuffle to serve up “Lose Yourself” by Eminem, “Hey Ya!” by Outkast, and my abs fave “Why Independent Record Store Fail” by Marah back to back to back.

I am positive this portends something fabulous to come.

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