Write about: disorientation.
Made it through work today without falling asleep, so that was an accomplishment.
Also, after mentioning my disappointment yesterday with how Tuesday nights have been going, I had a chat with my boss and supervisor this morning. Looks like we're going to go until the end of the month and then put an end to the 'league'.
Not that it has really been much of a league since, oh, November. Still a let down though, as this wasn't what I was hoping for when I signed up to bowl.
Next Tuesday I'm going to talk to the regulars who have been showing up to see if any/enough of them would want to keep bowling on Tuesday nights into February and beyond. Not as an actual league, just totally casual.
We'll see what happens.
"Yo mama is fatter than Mrs. Fratelli!"
"Who's that?" Lee asked.
"That's the librarian over at South City High School," Deke said. "She's huge. Three hundred pounds, easy."
"My daddy says she's probably over four hundred," Jake chimed in around a mouthful of his grilled cheese sandwich.
"That's nonsense," Deke told him with a shake of his head. "She wouldn't be able to fit through the library door if she was that big."
"Well, when was the last time you saw her outside the library?" Lee asked and the boys forming the semi-circle before him fell silent. Looks were exchanged, mental math was performed.
"Is there even a bathroom in there?" Jake asked in a horrified whisper. Before anyone could reply the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch.
"Okay new kid," Deke said, pointing a thick finger at Lee. "Same time tomorrow, right? And don't forget: if you want to fit in around here, you need to complete all the lessons in Diss Orientation 101."