I'm off to an unusually crappy Monday. I signed into to my e-mail to accept an offer to to live in a really great housing situation, but there was an e-mail waiting for me entitled "Last Minute Update"...basically it was a "nevermind", that the roommate moving out decided to stay and so there is no vacancy, but nice to meet you, yada yada yada. Did you hear a loud scream of anguish outside today? That was me.
I think I know someone who's having an equally bad Monday. Yesterday towards the end of the soccer game I watched, there was a good five-second shot into the crowd prominently displaying a woman picking her nose. This was the finals of the Copa America, most likely everyone in South America saw her. Well, on the other hand, we were watching the Spanish station, and she was a Brazil fan, so her dirty little secret is probably still unknown to her Brazilian friends, family, and coworkers.
My only similar experience was in college, where I played with the Pep Band, hating it all the while my first year (that year I only did it for the scholarship). I probably have told this story before but here goes again: We were often told we were paid to be "cheery", so I usually had to put up this act of wanting to be there. Supposedly, during the televised BB&T tournament at the MCI center, there was a close-up of me "looking bored" on the big-screen monitor as my friends told me when I got back to the dorm. I was so afraid to go back to practice, thinking I'd be reamed out for having disgraced the name of the school, my money taken away - surely people had passed notes to the director. But no one said anything. Again, as with my nose-picking counterpart, I believe lack of viewership saved me, in conjunction with the general malaise of that point in GW Basketball history.
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