Yesterday was my last official day of work; well, technically, Wednesday was, but I did go in for a bit to pick up my last paycheck. As I sit here, now, it’s a very strange feeling to know that I’m truly unemployed.
Last night, I met up with my parents to see George Carlin at the Pala Casino. As we sat down for the show, I couldn’t help but overhear the woman behind us. “Oh, you’ve got to be shittin’ me. Really, you’ve got to be shittin’ me. This is unbelievable!” She continued on her whiney, passive-aggressive tirade, “every time I go anywhere, I get the world’s tallest people sitting in front of me! I guess I’m just going to have to sit on my leg for the whole show…” As I turned around to let her know that she should probably buy front row seats next time if she couldn’t handle having people of average height sit in front of her, my mom piped up and offered to switch seats with my dad (which she had been planning to do regardless since a couple tall people had just sat down in front of her), so we wouldn’t have to listen to this woman’s bitching any longer. Angry Whitetrash Lady (AWL) suddenly tried to be friendly, repeatedly thanking my mom and patting me on the shoulder. Of course, the nicest thing she could have done was to keep it to herself and let us try to enjoy the show.
That wasn’t going to happen. All through the show, AWL is laughing as loud as possible, clapping obnoxiously and shouting words of encouragement, e.g. “you tell ‘em George!” and “ain’t that the truth!”
Annoying people aside, Carlin did put on a good show with all new material. And, given the past 36 hours it felt good to be laughing again.