I was going to name this post "Why the Fuck don't you write anymore Allocco??!!".
But instead I decided to quote the Allman Brothers.
Now that I'm back from my travels, I'm much like Bette Midler's character in the 70's in the film "Beaches" with a splash of Harrison Ford in "Regarding Henry". When you leave a boring ass desk job for a life less ordinary, you have to accept the fact that having your best friend sublet your apartment while you sleep on people's couches, is the norm. It's actually quite pleasant not having to attend meetings with people who give you bitchy looks when you announce "Yeah, I don't really care". Gee, wonder why the sad face ladies? Now, I'm not saying all office people are bad. Some of my closest and loveliest of friends are office workers. But I'm talking more about the kind who put on 15 pounds in their first job out of college, leave it on despite their new wider appearance, and then talk shit because you don't devote your life to handbags. Oh ladies, seriously let's do lunch! Come on! Whadda you say?
If anyone cares to dispute my reign as the "hardest worker" in my old office, then please look no further than this email from one of my dear pals who also got caught up in the corporate thing for a while with me (he has now since thank god decided to "live the dream").
Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2006 09:34:17 -0400
From: "Fataah"
To: "Sara "
Subject: Re: you sweet little plum
What are you doing up already?
Not like you...
LOL...
*SARA: Good morning everyone. Isn't it a great day, God has truly blessed us with his best and brightest. Coffee and donuts for everyone...
*JANITOR: Um mam, it's 8pm and everyone has gone home for the evening.
*SARA: Oh...well then I guess I'm early-GOODNIGHT.
And scene.