Year 2

I’ve been trying to come up with a new branding concept for year two of the great escape that is my life. I like “Year 2: Electric Boogaloo” the best. Alas, the first day of this new year seems to be off to a less than magnificent start—and it’s only 8:30.

I missed my first appointment of the day. Apparently when they were working on my apartment, my alarm clock got turned on to “aux” setting—this means it won’t work at all in any useful way. This means no alarm. Delightful. No problem. I just moved the appointment to Thursday. The new me is flexible and not at all thrown off my rhythm because the entire plan for my day was scheduled around it. It’s fine. Look at me bending.

Of course, the second appointment of the day involves taking cable equipment back to the company—which would be fine because it’s all in excellent, even dusted, condition. Except years ago I removed the back to one of the remotes that had a poor connection. It used to be by the TV. It is not by the TV now. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve moved furniture (and etc) in this apartment? It could be anywhere! Now the newly flexible me is tossing this apartment looking for a small, black piece of plastic so that I don’t get charged the $1 million fee that will surely be attached to returning the remote without the back. Fun!

Did I mention that my allergies are going crazy, and I can’t quite see out of my left eye right now?

But it’s okay. None of this will throw me. It’s Electric Boogaloo time.

Right after I find that little piece of plastic.

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