medium pimping: Jump Ship
formerly
'le vie c'est tres droll'
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We evacuated the The Office of The Man aka The Great Mall this morning. It always reminds me of school fire drills only it was far more exciting to get out of class and speculate whether or not it was a real live emergency, as compared to a jaded staged adult exercise that takes me away from my interwebbernetter. The last time we evacuated the Offices of The Man was for a post 9/11 drill. That, you can well imagine, was a heck of a lot more somber occasion. For this one, I was merely bored out of my mind. I started making random phone calls until my sprint pcs phone service was no longer available. So I sought out a co-worker in the sea of collared shirts with rolled up sleeves to chew the fat with.
Me: Jump ship! Women and children first.
My Co-worker (let's just call him John, because his name actually is John): Yeah it's really something. We haven't done this since the blackout.
Me: That's right, the famous blackout of '03! I was at home for it, so I missed out on the whole blackout experience. I had a show that night. Or rather, I was supposed to have a show. I was all set to march across the Brooklyn Bridge to get to it until I realized, no electricity makes for a very dark and very quiet show with no one watching. So I went back home and folded programs.
John: No, really?
Me: Yes really.
John: Wow. So you still doing shows or did you give all that up?
Me: Yeah sure, Ben and I are working on one right now.
John: That's cool. So you still auditioning and all of that?
Me: No, not really so much anymore.
John: Oh, so it's just like a hobby now.
My Stomach: Flips once, then flops.
Me: Do you have any hobbies, John?
John: No, not really. I go to the gym.
Me: That doesn't count! That's not a hobby!
John: Napping? Is napping a hobby? I'm real good at it.
Me: Well, sure, I guess, but don't quit your day job.
John: I'm also thinking about trying glass blowing. That sounds like fun, right?
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