So I’m a lame duck copywriter. It’s kind of like being a lame duck president but without all the publicity. When I told Al, the cutest girl on earth™ that I felt like a lame duck president she cheered, “all your political dreams have finally come true.”
Being a lame duck is really weird, actually. I’ve been doing what I do for this company so long that it’s hard not to think about all the stuff I could and should be doing to prepare for the next launch. Sometimes I have to stop and remind myself that I won’t be here for the next launch. I am done with the launching. I’m not used to being so superfluous and ineffectual.
However, there are good parts about being a lame duck. There’s no work stress or pressure or looming deadlines. Our doomed little office is filled with a never-before-felt sense of camaraderie and merriment. There’s lots of gallows humor and that never gets old.
Now I get to spend a lot of time talking with my coworkers and making big plans for the future.
And the best part? When it’s snowing I can work from home in fuzzy yellow pajamas without even the eensiest bit of remorse or guilt. Sweet!
“I’m not used to being so superfluous and ineffectual.”
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Welcome to my world. I’ve been at my job for almost three years and all I’ve been is superfluous and ineffectual. Although, for me it is more of an art – that fine line between working so little that I don’t work much but working enough that they keep me.
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Hello there Jodi, it sure is nice to say, “Hi!” again as myself.
Oh my! Aren’t you just a creature from the wayback machine? WOW.
How the hell are you?
kickin’ it old school, yo. check the email.
You know, you really ought to warn a girl before you totally blow her mind. It’s the polite thing to do.
sorry, my online etiquette must be rusty. pretend i didn’t say anything and we’ll start over…
Too late! My mind has already been blown to pieces.
Part of it has to do with the fact that I have been spelunking in the archives lately and came across your name quite a bit and was just wondering what in the hell ever happened to you.
well it all started when i discovered that i didn’t like to work so i hitchhiked down to baja mexico, built a grass hut and sold bananas to tourists. to make ends meet – you’d be amazed at how much grass huts with an ocean view cost – i played guitar in a led zeppelin cover band named lead zeappelin and was discovered by sammy hagar so i jammed with him for a few years and helped him get his own club going. i managed the cabo wabo cantina for a few years until sammy and i split because of musical differences – he wanted to start a reggae band while i thought we should do show tunes. after the split i couldn’t take living in cabo and since i never learned spanish and the girl i was seeing left me because it turns out she was only dating me to get to sammy i returned to the states found the woman of my dreams and work in an office cubicle where my soul gets a teensy bit more crushed every day but i get to buy her pretty shiny things so it is all good.
. . . and the rest of the story, I was that girl who wanted Sammy so badly.
ah yes, those were some good times between you and me, sitting on the beach together, watching the sunset as the lights of cabo came on around us. well, at least until you left more for that no talent hack hagar!
You know I can’t resist the redheads.