There’s a line in Office Space when Peter is explaining to his shrink how each day is worse than the other.
“So I was sitting in my cubicle today,” he says, “and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life.”
The doctor asks if this is the worst day of his life. Peter says yes.
“Wow,” says the shrink, “that’s messed up.”
Yes. Yes it is.
Today I feel like Peter though. Yesterday was worse than the day before and today is just beginning.
I’ve been sitting in my chair so far this morning, reading my email and practicing my Kinski responses chanting, “Something good will happen today. Something good will happen today.”
It occurred to me that I wasn’t specifying WHO to have something good happen to. Looks like I screwed that up too.
Anyway, hopefully things get better today. I keep telling myself that it could be worse. That my stress and dissatisfaction with life today is nothing compared to others.
I could be a truck driver, a thousand miles away from my family. I could work behind the counter at a gas station midnight to eight. I could be a heart surgeon. I could be Saddam Hussein’s sons with my decapitated head on a pike.
Now that would suck. I don’t want my head on a pike.
Hopefully that won’t happen to me. I don’t think my offenses go into the area of dissolving people in acid.
No, my offenses are teaching the kids to do weird things. Today we belted out a song in the car:
”The sun is a mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnace.”
And it was good.
I can’t wait until the baby can explain fission to her pre-school teacher.
No comments:
Post a Comment