mercredi, février 24, 2010

Weird Weird World

I don't know if it's because my acting classes are having the effect of making me more "aware" of every little thing, but the other day I seriously felt like I was on Mars.

I was at our local supermarket doing the shopping, for once. Usually, Handsome takes care of this odious task with much cheerfulness and aplomb. Seriously. That wasn't meant to be sarcastic, I swear.


I was idling around with the caddy - aimlessly shuffling about, really - because it takes me eons to find everything, and I ended up in the produce section. I say ended up only because Handsome and I have pretty much agreed that the supermarket's produce selection sucks, so we prefer to buy from the open-air market. It's much better quality at pretty much the same price, but it's still not organic. Organic is outrageously priced over here.


I'm in the produce section and I suddenly realize I hear birds chirping and wind blowing and other such nature-like sounds. And then I realize. They were piping in birdsong in the produce section. To make us think the shit was more natural? That birds would have liked the selection? That we were actually in an orchard instead of in a flourescent-lit inner city supermarket?

And I just stopped in my tracks and thought, what a very strange world we live in.

mercredi, février 10, 2010

Not To Be Mean, But....

This is the second week in a row my co-worker has worn the same dress to work.
The. Exact. Same. Dress.

Should I be concerned?

Should I say something? What exactly does one say in this instance? I sort of feel like she might be depressed, but I haven't the slightest clue how to approach her about it.

She is kind of a downer of a person anyway, in the sense that I can never, ever get a positive response when I ask her how she is. I cringe every morning when I stop by her office, bracing myself for the total depressing answer she is going to give me.

"Not so good, I couldn't sleep last night, so I'm exhausted."


"The trains were late again. It took me two hours to get to work. I'm so tired."


"Have you seen this rain? They say it's going to last all week."

I guess I don't have to mention that the dress in question is grey. Grey as the rain. Grey as the trains that are always late. Grey as the sleep in your eyes.

Oh god.

I need a dose of this, stat!