My day with mom was a collections of ups and a down. Mostly ups, but let me discuss the down. I went with mom to her agent's new fancy office and I realized a very important thing about myself. I hate corporate structure. When mom was signing all her contracts in the conference room with fancy furniture and a clear, glass wall I licked by accident, I discovered that I do not enjoy offices of any kind. I am an artist and do want to look at Aeron Chairs and dark mahogany tables. I need open spaces and room to create my master pieces of fabulousness. Not sure what those are yet but give me time.
Okay, I had a mini tantrum while mom was signing away. Her agent, the hot red head, had a perfect baby in her arms that never uttered a peep. I, on the other hand, cried like a hyena and tried to escape that room a few times. I have mastered the pull down doorknob and will use that knowledge later on, I assure you. The carpets were so clean and the wood floors were shiny and mirror like. I looked great in the reflection but I have to be me. That being said, who am I to judge? Maybe I will be an office man with a slick suit and a habit of voting Republican. Well, that's a bit far fetched but this boy in young and maybe, just maybe, I will turn into a hedge fund manager and buy that Barbie Penthouse my mom always wanted. She so lives in the past.
The highs - eating rice, beans and a chicken taco with mom at a restaurant AND I used my own fork and spoon and I met two policemen and some fire dudes. That is always a high.
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