Here's to Drinking Game Friday and Immaturity!

TGIDGF! And TG indeed. This week was a busy and rough one for me (cough, sorry for the delay with today's post, cough.) I've been struggling with my own immaturity this week. Not like I really care how immature I am, nor do I have any plans to change, I've just become increasingly aware of it's existence. Specifically this week. Let's take a look, shall we?

- I mean, there's always the blaring fact that I write a blog at my job. Right now, for example, I'm sitting here pretending that I'm typing an incredibly important document. My brow is furrowed and I keep glancing at an invoice next to me like maybe I'm referencing important data or some price figures in this very important document I'm typing. What's funny is that I think they believe that I'm actually typing up something work related. Which is unbelievable because you're my boss
you give me things to do (which you haven't,) so what could I possibly be doing right now? But it doesn't matter! Because I look like I'm concentrating and I'm typing really forcefully. So it's completely irrelevant what I'm typing! Check it outCock! Balls! Shit! Damn! Hell! Fart fart fuckity fuck fuck this job fart fart balllllllsssssss! And all of these people still respect me. God I love corporate America.

- Tuesday morning my boss brought in some homemade guacamole for the office to noche on. I'm a guacamole addict, so I made myself a little platter and then died of happiness. Later that afternoon when I looked at my caller ID and saw that she was calling me, I picked up the phone with my mouth comically full of chips and guacamole and mumbled, "OH MY GAWWWDD, PLEASE STOP ME FROM EATING THIS GUAC!!!!!" I was met with an awkward silence and then, "Meghan, this is a conference call with Lockheed Martin's CFO and their design team talking about next week's event, got a minute?"........swallow. "Yes. Yes, I do." ........... Why? Why do I have to be me, all day, everyday?

- My eating habits have been scrutinized more than usual as of late because I essentially eat like a frat boy. I hate to cook. I'm sorry, but there it is. I know that cooking is a fabulous, sensual experience for the rest of the world, and I'm a woman so I should want to cook and spit out babies, but fuck that noise. It's a pain in my ass and a giant waste of time. I would much rather pour a good old fashioned bowl of Kashi Go-Lean Crunch cereal or not eat at all. My diet pretty much consists of the following: Kashi Go-Lean Crunch cereal, strawberry NutraGrain bars, a carafe of coffee a day, the occasional salad and a lot of beer. I like a good meal, don't get me wrong. Should someone else be gracious enough to cook for me, I'll cram food into my beak by the fist full. It's just that I don't have the time, energy or will power to go grocery shopping, chop shit, cook shit, worry I under-cooked shit, spend all of four minutes eating it and then 20 minutes cleaning up the mess. Do you know how many bowls of Kashi I could have poured in that time? Lots. This all makes me less of an adult, I know. But it's my prerogative to get scurvy, so step off.

- I'm panicky and irrational. I may be a lot of things, but logical and calm, I am not. Yesterday at a work function, I was in the back room of our studio making chocolate coated strawberries. I got one of those tubs of chocolate from Costco that you heat up in the microwave and then dip strawberries in and lay out on wax paper. And yes, I found a way to fuck it up (see above.) I overcooked the chocolate in the microwave and it started to congeal in the tub and wasn't viscous enough to coat the strawberries. Naturally, I panicked. I didn't want to my boss to know can't handle heating chocolate up in the microwave. I looked on the tub and read that if it gets too thick, do not attempt to cut with water, milk or butter, rather use vegetable oil. Well, I didn't have any vegetable oil and I knew my boss had been looking forward to these stupid effing chocolate strawberries for days, so I decided to get crafty and cut it with non-dairy creamer and half a bottle of Deer Park water I had been drinking at the time. It's disgusting, yes, but miraculously, it worked! My chocolate covered strawberries were the hit of the party. This morning, in fact, we had the leftovers on a tray in the middle of our conference table during our post-event marketing meeting and every time I thought to myself, "man, I'm pretty competent at this marketing thing," my back-wash infested strawberries would stare back, mocking me, reminding me that I am, above all things, an immature fuck-up.

- Yesterday I decided I needed a break from fake smiling and networking my face off and decided to sit at my desk and watch an Internet video that always makes me laugh, no matter how tired or cranky I am. The video is entitled, "Turtle Rapes Shoe," which is exactly what I was watching as Boss #2 walked up behind me and sternly asked "Meghan...what are you doing?"

I had to look my boss in the eye and actually say the words, "I am watching a turtle have sex with a shoe." She seemed disturbed, but not disturbed enough to fire me. But the fact remains; I risked my job and left a work function because I needed to watch a video of a turtle fucking a shoe.

- I sleep with a stuffed animal. Don't judge me. I don't sleep with him for emotional reasons and it's not like he's my childhood stuffed animal or anything (his name is Monty and he lives at my parent's house, thank you very much.) I got the stuffed animal from FAO Schwartz last year when Alex came to visit me in NYC for President's Day weekend. He's an over sized, plush fox named Jason (yes he's named after the actor Jason Shwartzmann, no I don't want to talk about it.) Jason is the most unreasonably comfortable creature in the entire world, and I've been using him as a neck pillow for the past year. His little body provides the perfect amount of neck support, and my face rests on his head at such an angle that all back pain I used to feel when I sleep is now a non-issue. Jason is key to my good night's rest, it just so happens that he's an adorable fox...who has a name. Recently, my chin has been breaking out and I hypothesized that it's because I haven't given Jason a bath washed Jason since I lived at home. Being slightly anal retentive about washing my linens every week, I reprimanded myself for letting my stuffed animal pillow-amplifier get so dingy and decided to toss him it into the load of laundry I was about to do in the basement of my building. I would have to say the icing on the top of my immature cake was when I was switching my laundry into the dryer, chatting up the hot guy who lives on the 5th floor when Jason my pillow-amplifier fell out of my arms and landed on the ground in plain-sight, with one of my thongs twisted around his tail. All I can say is thank God he wasn't fucking a shoe.

To celebrate immaturity (and because I'm going to Alex's Ides of March toga party Saturday night,) this week we're playing The National Lampoon's Animal House Drinking Game!

Drink when:
- Glass breaks
- Anyone drinks
- Otter flirts
- Anyone says "faber"
- Anyone says "fraternity"
- Anyone says "frat"
- Anyone says "frat house"
- A car crashes
- There's a reference to the Jewish frat

As always, thank you for reading and spreading the 2b1b gospel, and I'll see you back in the office bright and early Monday morning!


Anonymous said...

OMG that video was too funny. I share an office and it was really awkward. Mewg- you are so funny. Thansk for making today less like the worst day ever.

Anonymous said...

bbaahahahahahaha!! Was that the turtle making that noise? It sounds strangley and unfortunatley like my next door neighbor at 1 am this morning.

2b1b: The sardonic voice of 20-somethings everywhere, Monday through Friday. said...

Yea man, I didn't even know turtles could make a noise! What's worse is every time I watch the video, I get his little high pitched "EEEH!" noise stuck in my head. And then I have to deal with the fact that I have a turtle's sex noise stuck in my head.

And Rachel, you know I live to make your day better!

Patrick said...

I've seriously been trying to find crap to keep myself occupied since I returned to my desk after lunch. Working for the government (but not being important enough yet....YEAH YET) means that I'm one of about 20 people left in the office on Friday afternoon. This office is a building with a few hundred cubicles per floor.

Anyway, thank you for that fantastic end to my work week.

The lady beside me got up to see what I was laughing at while the video was playing and then said, "Do you really that funny?" I can't wait for her to spread "rumors" of me watching turtle porn during our next meeting.

I love my life.

But fo'reelz...thanks.

L said...

this was by far, the best one yet. I've only been a follower for a couple months, but I had to get up and pee half way through because I was laughing so hard. I think the people in the cubes around me think I have a problem. I also had an awkward run in with a co-work while watching the turtle bone a shoe. Thank you for making my Friday just that much better.

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Anonymous said...

Your work conduct reminds me of the George 'Cantstandya" method of work productivity: just pretend you're angry and then no one will bother you even though you are not doing anything at all. Effective

Talia said...

turtles + sex = your heaven

Toga party/drinking like young frat boys: t-minus 28 hours

Sir Fantastic said...

alt + tab man, that's the trick to multi-tasking in the office. don't know how many online sudoku games i could have played or craigslist missed connections i could have caroused without it. but yea, another great post.

Anonymous said...

I was having a particularly shitty day today (although this entire year has been sub-par so far) and my best friend linked me to your blog. I feel like we could perhaps be friends, because your life is clearly as ridiculous as mine. Thanks for blogging and making my tears of frustration turn into tears of laughter.

Michelle Murano said...

I think I have a blogcrush on you! (but not in a creepy way, I promise.)

Seriously though, way to sound like my inner monologue!

2b1b: The sardonic voice of 20-somethings everywhere, Monday through Friday. said...

It's my pleasure! <3

Ashley said...

That video disturbed me. Mostly the sound it was making. Woah.

On a side note, I decided that a good date for the boyfriend and me would be to peruse drinking games past and pick one to play at home together! What? I didn't say it was romantic or mature. But I think it sounds like fun!

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