More End Of The Week Randomocity

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but randomocity isn’t even a real word. What? Well anyway, we’ve made it to the end of the week, unless you work during the weekends, which makes today Sunday night, maybe? Just as you clean your desk off at the end of the day (unless you want your boss to think you’ve been really busy), I am clearing out my mind at the end of the week and this is what I came up with…

* It occurred to me the other day that I am now past the age that they stop singing about in the Beach Boys’ song ‘When I Grow Up To Be A Man.’ I am now 2 years past the last age they mention (and I should mention that you have to turn the volume up very, very loud during the fade out to even hear the last age they mention). I’m not sure how I feel about this. Maybe you female readers feel the same way when you hear ‘Girl, You’ll Be A Woman Soon’ after you have become a woman? For clarification purposes, I mean ‘becoming a woman’ in the age sense, not in the bow-chicka-bow-bow sense because that’s really none of my business.

* I have finally decided that there are really only 2 types of people in this world: those that think Paul Simon and Chevy Chase’s video for ‘You Can Call Me Al’ is the funniest music video of all time including any video that may ever be made from this day forth and those that do not. Yes, I am in the first group. At parties in high school, a friend and I would routinely perform our version of it, provided of course that a performance of ‘You Can Call Me Al’ still constitutes a party…

* Being bored is a state of mind. Being bored in the boardroom is not. It’s called work or possibly being held hostage. OK, I have to admit that all flowed a lot better in my head when it first came to me in the shower this morning. I’ll keep working on it…

* Things always seem better when in the presence of bacon, but they still won’t let me cook it at work. And no, Baco-bits do not serve as a good substitute in these instances. I have tried, oh Lordy how I’ve tried.

* I wish more songs used the phrase ‘tenement slum’ in them. That’s why The Supremes’ ‘Love Child’ is such a great and snappy tune. A real pick-me-up, if you ask me! Though I am still trying to figure out what the heck ‘Stoned Love’ means. I don’t want to get all biblical here, but where I come from, stoning most certainly does not equal love. That reminds me of a useful tip I’ve been meaning to share: when you get in early to work, do not ever stand up, dance around your cubicle to ‘Stoned Love’ while singing along with the background ‘ooh, ooh, oohs.’ Invariably, someone else will also show up early to work and then wait until lunch to tell all of your coworkers what they witnessed even after they promised you they wouldn’t.

* I can’t wait until I’m an old man. Then, everything I say will just be overlooked and ignored instead of it getting me in trouble all of the time. I think being irrelevant is going to work out quite well for me.

* Without even realizing how loud I was speaking, I blurted out ‘I don’t know how you all work 8 hours a day’ the other afternoon. I don’t recommend doing that.

* I recently asked Ms. I Want To Go To Mime School if she had heard back from the mime school she applied to not long ago. She told me they said they were interested but then never called her back. To make her feel better, I told her that they did call her back, but she just couldn’t hear them because they mimed it. It didn’t make her feel any better. It sure lifted my spirits though.