Despite the three-day weekend this past week, despite the incredible weather, despite good health and good fortune, I’m feeling cog-ish today.
I feel like this several times a year, no doubt my mind’s inability to rationalize the silliness of a 40-hour work week or the pathetic role I play in ensuring that that silliness is extended to future generations.
My intention to win the lottery is still in place – don’t get me wrong! – and I have various spreadsheets and diagrams – I’ll show them to you later – on how I will spend the money; but in the meantime, I suppose I’ll hang on to my job.
What? What do I do?
I’m glad you asked. Well, first off, let me just say that I’m terribly important, that when I speak, people listen, and that I’m often woken in the middle of the night to make decisions that impact…
Oh, who am I kidding. I do what I do, whatever I do, because I am paid to do it. I don’t heal people, I won’t change the balance between the haves and the have-nots, I don’t influence foreign policy.
I is a cog.
Here I am, world! Fully cubicled and in a lubricated corporate non-groove.
But what’s a cog to do?
Crazy things. Un-cogged things. Things like the upcoming Zombie Pub Crawl.
What do we want?
When do we want it?
Have you heard of this?
Now, last year – or was it the year before? – the Zombie Pub Crawl and the Pirate Pub Crawl coincided, resulting in a dance-off in the Spring Street Bar and Grill parking lot. Eyewitness accounts vary, but I heard that the Pirates won. Well of course they won! Not only did the Zombie Pub Crawl start several hours earlier than the Pirate’s – which means they had just that much more to drink – but duh! Zombies are dead! How well do you think the Undead dance, anyway?
Anyway, we do what we can to stay sane, I guess; and if that means dressing like the Walking Undead and wandering through the streets with others of similar mind, then so be it.
Feeling slightly less coggish,
3 hours ago