I've been a muse
and NO I didn't misspell amuse...
I’m sitting outside after a walk attempting to slow the sweat before reentering beloved air conditioning. And in the spirit of writing in unusual places seems to be working for me I will at least start this thing out here on the veranda. I am also working on my Masters in Procrastination as I delay packing for my trip this week into the middle of Louisiana. It is discomfort hot here right now and I can’t imagine what will be happening down there. I don’t own a light linen suit as they always feel a little Plantation Owner on a bigger gentleman like myself. Then I might be too tempted to slip into my questionable southern accent and no good will come of that.
It also doesn’t help that this is a trip I’ve tried to wriggle out of a few times with no success. I really hate it when I can’t bend travel plans to my will but if everything went my way all the time life would be boring. The real reason behind my dread is the total travel time required to get where I’m going that includes a three hour layover in Atlanta both ways due to flights in an out of my destination. (apologies for that sentence as I might be in early stage heat stroke) It also stings a little because this started out as a favor. Once again proving the No Good Deed Goes Unpunished rule.
I started this post with a title and if that’s the reason you’re reading it you may be pretty confused right now. (that makes two of us as I blink sweat from my eyes) I never claimed to be good at this I just like doing it but before I get to the point I want to point out that I love my creative friends of all kinds. If you make something I want to see it. I think the things we chose to make show a lot more about the person than a surface relationship ever could. Plus my lazy-real-life friends know a ton about what’s going on with me through these dumb emails and when I finally see them I don’t get caught up on their lives because it feels like we’ve been talking the entire time. (to them, shit it’s hot. not time to make that last one make more sense) Anyway, back to the reason I’m sitting out here in the heat.
Check Have a song written about me off of my bucket list. This is my friend from work. He and I have flipped each other off every time we cross paths since he started at our company and I truly enjoy the hell out of him. When the inevitable HR/IT investigation on me is finally triggered they just have to search the word “fuck” in all company platforms and me and this guy lead the league with no one else even close. That is the spirit with which this touching ballad was penned and performed.
I would love to tell him I wrote about it here but this is NOT a space for most coworkers. Only those I consider family are allowed to read this nonsense because I am confident that they could read my true intent and or frustration through any words that might seem sideways. I also can’t have questionable behavior being talked about in the workplace unless I’m the one doing it to be funny… Someday when I leave this company I might let him know because then I will no longer have fucks to give. Holy Hell I need to get inside!