The year was 1999. When I wasn't busy rocking the shit out The Miseducation of Lauren Hill, or being a young ruffian fresh outta high school, I was watching Office Space."What are you doing tonight, Sarah?" "Watching Office Space, duh."
It made me laugh, plain and simple. Although I couldn't relate at the time, it was really entertaining to see Mike Judge poke fun at all of the foibles of office life. It wasn't until I grew up (a little) and got an office job that I realized that Office Space, although still funny, was honestly more fact than fiction.
I'll never forget the first day I got a call from head office, scolding me for faxing pages in an improper order (sorry, guys). I sat back in my chair when the phonecall was done, and had an epiphany. Suddenly I wanted to go all Michael Bolton on my fax machine (and my printer, and my computer, and my copier, and my 500 phone-lines). I wanted to slack as much a humanly possible. Want me to come in this Saturday? I'm just not gonna answer my phone (thank you, caller ID).
Is this adulthood? Perhaps.
~sarah p.
p.s. Have you ever had a hot dog from Orange Julius? So good, I almost couldn't taste all of the pig ass.
1 comment:
This scene is constantly running thru my head.
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