Golf Bugs and Broken Glass
So I found broken glass in my pocket yesterday. This was surprising. When you find broken glass in your pockets, you are forced to reflect on the last 36 hours of your life a little bit more than normal. I ran the night before in my head a few times and didn’t recall any fist fights, car accidents, robberies, or explosions, so the origin of the glass continued to be a mystery. My next thought was that perhaps I had bought some window panes, broken them on my legs, then forgot about it. This seems implausible. Then I thought maybe an airplane broke a window at 30,000 feet, de-pressurized, and the glass landed neatly in my pocket without me noticing. Also implausible. So that’s where i am now, still no idea of where it came from. So if you were with me two nights ago and recall some mysterious event involving me, broken glass, and my jeans, please let me know
The crazy job search that’s going on right now does a few things, first, it makes me feel relieved that I don’t want to work in iBanking. I like the idea of money, and I think most people do to, but I don’t like it THAT much. I walked around the career fair just for fun the other day to see what was going on. (nothing) I think it would be pretty funny if, after all this ‘rebelling’, I ended up working for Citibank in a cubicle, and read my old blog posts during my lunch break. Oh my
I want to play golf again soon. I got the bug. (if there is a golf bug, I know there is an acting bug, but I don’t know about a golf bug…)
