Thursday, September 2, 2010

Texting

My job is quite boring. I sit at a desk/booth/kiosk all day and watch people walk by. I am supposed to answer questions, but kids these days are afraid of real people and so they avoid me like the plague. Except of course, when they are meeting 25 other teens/tweens/adults/family members. Large meetings of this sort are always RIGHT next to me, which despite allowing me prime eavesdropping real estate, is really just annoying.




I totally have this phone. Don't let it fool you
though, it is totally blue despite being named "Charcoal."
Anyhow, in the midst of these here boring days, I like to text people. It gives me something to do, and someone to relay the events of the day to. Normally, I desperately text everyone in my phonebook hoping that someone will bite and be willing to carry me through the day via text-versation. Today though, was unlike any other day. Among three other conversations, my step mom decided to text me a 6 page long response to my reciprocated "how are you?" My response was "i am good. working a lot."



Needless to say, my phone is now near dead and I have 6 more hours left in the day.



Is this ironic ironic, or Alanis Morissette ironic?




get happy, 
amg