The winds are blowing heavy today; my brain seems to be melting in the heat and I’m having difficulty concentrating on anything longer than three words. At least, that’s what I’m saying. “It’s all of this heat. I’m not used to it” when really, it’s all of this old age and peri-menopause crap that’s beginning to break down my will to exist with patience and some semblance of logic. Intelligence has taken a back seat to convenience and I’m having a hard time concentrating. It’s like I’m four years old all over again and if someone could constantly feed me and keep me entertained, I’m happy. Piss me off and take away my favourite toy and watch out!
You better have a stick of chocolate in that other hand or I may punch you in the throat.
Coach put out a notice of how the new payment system is going down. I SWEAR TO GAWD I READ IT. I really did. I think. Today, I spoke like I knew what I was talking about, because my erroneous brain decided I DID KNOW WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT. I knew shit. I got it all wrong. IF I HAD READ THE ENTIRE PASSAGE I PROBABLY WOULD BE ABLE TO DECIPHER THINGS BETTER. She may need to post stuff in all caps. Or be more sarcastic. Or have a caption that read WINE, and then proceed to print things in clear concise point form without all of the flowery language of using proper grammar
and words like “the” and “and”. Ugh
Today’s post of PLEASE READ was okay, but she really should have specified it to be PLEASE READ then below that heading, have “AND WINE”. That would get peoples’ attention. At least the fifty-somethings like me would have shit to look forward to and not aimlessly read without concentrating on the actual context of the message. We would be reading to get to the good part about the wine…IS THERE WINE? Oh, look I have to actually pay her…IN WINE? THAT WOULD BE AWESOME. EVERYBODY PAY IN WINE!!! WHO WAS THE BRILLIANT PERSON WHO CAME UP WITH THAT?!
Nevermind. That’s how I would decipher the entire message. YOU HAVE TO PAY COACH AT THE END OF JULY IN WINE. I READ IT. ALL OF IT AND THAT’S WHAT IT SAID. NOW, DON’T BOTHER ME I NEED TO EAT MY CHOCOLATE. DANCE, HEATHEN! DANCE!
I also have issues with deciding if I should wear pants, so really, I should be excused from answering questions and deciphering texts.
Ps. Dear Boss, if you want to pay me in wine, I’d be okay with that. Thanks! KJ