Friday, February 06, 2004

Oh Gin, how could you treat me this way?

It’s been a long week and now it’s Friday – the taste of five o’clock freedom is on the tip of my tongue and I can’t wait for the weekend to start. I think the weekend was invented by THE MAN on the same day he invented the lottery. THE MAN was probably sitting on his bed, counting his lunch money (hundred dolla bills ya’ll!), while thinking about how great it is to be rich and how easy it is to control America through clever marketing techniques when . . . CHA-CHING! The idea of the weekend and the lottery emerged as a means to subdue the masses. Let’s temporarily relieve the proletariat from their angst of everyday paper pushing by giving them a sense of hope!

I guess he was right. The lameness of my day job is fading fast behind me and for two whole days I will be in a better place, called the lawyer-free zone.

If you’ve never worked in a law office, you are probably aren’t aware of the fact that it’s not sexy or fashionable or slick as it portrayed in dramas like The Practice, LA Law or Alley McBeal. It’s actually really boring, and so much of it is just lawyers sitting around in meetings listening to themselves talk (and interrupting each other when they get tired of others talking), saying things to each other like, “let’s touch base!” and “it’s a paradigm shift!” or even worse, “I’ll have my secretary do it!”

Got two big things happening this weekend. In the quest to find a way to use my writing for good and not evil, I am embarking on writing a feature story about a bunch of blind dancers. Yup – you read that correctly. I have an interview with them tonight and I’ve got the nervous nellies. This morning I put on responsible attire and I wore my glasses so that I would appear reporter-esque to my interviewees. And yes, the irony of dressing for the part did dawn on me later on in the day.

This weekend is the culmination of my 12 weeks of singing lessons, and I’ve got a “recital” at an open mike night with a bunch of singing students. I may have to depend on that alcohol hitting my bloodstream to get over my butterflies, so I plan on getting there 30-90 minutes early!