Monday, June 19, 2006

adventures in undergarments and ranching

I can't figure out if I'm coming or going. My big, summer long stint in North Texas has been called off. But I am on my way back to South Texas tomorrow. Oh, joy. I have mixed feelings about not getting the big North Texas job. The money would have been good, but the hours way too long. Even without the big, bad job hanging over my head, I have plenty to do and I'm on the eighth straight day of work. Although I have been working, strange shit has been happening.

Here is something that probably doesn't happen much at your job: I was on the computer doing my work thing and I hear this really loud moo. You heard me, a moo. I look up and a cow was standing at the sliding glass door mooing at me. I think it might have wanted to come in and play. Who knows what those cows are up to. It was almost as strange as the time one of the donkeys tried to come in the house with me. I also stepped in cow shit and ripped my favorite pants as I was leaving work that day. What a wonderful Saturday.

Sunday was a little bit better. Fun brunch with my dad. Long work hours. Crazy personal life. Not enough sleep.

But let's get to the fun underwear part of today. I had just gotten to work and I leaned down to pick up a pile of papers when pop! the wire on my bra snapped. Ouch! So, I had a whole day of work ahead of me with a wire digging into my ribs. After some thought I decided to put some toilet paper in my bra to keep the wire from poking me. Good thing they are undergarments because a bra with toilet paper hanging out of it is not a good look. What can I say? My life is charmed.


mad said...

Uh, not that I'm an expert or anything, but wouldn't it have been easier, not to mention a little more comfortable, just taking the broken bra off?

pineapple said...

not to get too personal or anything, but for someone that is "stacked" the way I am, it is way more comfortable to walk around with a broken bra.