Bound to happen, Mondays I mean. I don’t have them often — the day occurs once in every few sunrises, of course — but the Mondays …
You know, there are a lot of videos on YouTube when you search for “A case of the Mondays.” I hadn’t realized it was such a prevailing and lasting theme from Office Space. I could not find the precise bit I wanted to put here, but the Internet doth giveth. Office Space as a slasher film:
I’d buy Stephen Root as that guy. So long as he didn’t make Jimmy James that guy:
Because Jimmy James had fancy plans, and pants to match:
The man has depth.
Class today. We talked about online presence, which means social media, Facebook, Twitter, Friendster and getting Dooced.
And then I continued my quixotic mission to find shoes. Judging by the shelves in the five places I’ve been there is a startling number of people that prefer a cheap brown model in size 13. How can there be so many of us that no store can keep the product stocked?
I’ll go again later this week, then.
Had a calzone at Mellow Mushroom, stopping in at precisely the time that everyone else left. Well, there was the one woman who’s son slipped and fell on his elbow near the restroom, but it looked like a free pizza grift to me.
When I left the guy at the oven asked how my calzone was. The question startled me. Usually you don’t get that on your way out, as an introduction, from someone you haven’t met.
Good, I said. I meant The bread was over-baked.
You can’t win them all, and Mellow Mushroom wins their share, so it all works out in the end.
Still not sure why the waiter was changing things up each visit. T-shirt, jacket, then a hat, then the t-shirt with the hat, finally he just stopped in at a nearby place and got their uniform, just for grins. Maybe he was trying to outrun Monday. Pizza guys.
And now, the most physical piece of situation comedy I think to have been recorded in the last 20 years. Jimmy mad:
I hope he doesn’t have a case of the Mondays.
