The Odd Week in Review

Don't you hate it when you're absolutely swamped at work and some bored co-worker saunters over, props his elbows up on top of your cubicle and asks, "So, what are you having for lunch today?" or "Got any fun plans for the weekend?" 

The little devil on my shoulder wants to hiss: "No, but I have plans right now...to finish these f***ing invoices!" 

The angel on my shoulder, however, is always much more generous.  She doesn't seem to mind being interrupted.  She lives for it, in fact.

I had a painful moment this week when a co-worker came over for a visit on an especially busy afternoon.  I was barely paying attention when he amicably informed me he was taking Thursday off to celebrate Rosh Hashanah.  I was smack dab in the middle of doing something and really didn't feel like chatting, so I absent-mindedly answered "Oh, that will be really nice." 

Co-Worker: "Well, I'll be with my parents at Temple for like three hours, so..."

Reader, I'm not quite sure how I allowed myself to blurt out the following.  Perhaps my spirit guide was on a smoke break, or shooting up somewhere?  But it was in a loud, boisterous voice that I bellowed out:

"Three hours?  Oi-Vey!"

Yes, I really did. 

Mercifully, my co-worker appeared to be amused: "That was a nice Jewish answer!"

I then went on to babble aggressively about the following: how I performed in Fiddler on the Roof at a dinner theater when I was twelve.  How I've always felt Jewish in my heart, and how perhaps I was, in a past life.  How at one point I wanted to convert because I found the religion so interesting.  Though in truth I think I mostly enjoyed wearing a babushka.  (I told him that, too.) 

It was an unfortunate moment in a very long day.

On a completely different note, did anyone see Top Chef on Wednesday?  I nearly peed my pants when Anthony Bourdain told Brian that the lobster in his hash had the "texture of doll head."  Apparently it was too chewy.  God I love that show.

And lastly, on a happy note, tonight I learned that my best friend from high school gave birth to a healthy, beautiful baby girl.  And she named her Sarah, to boot.  (A lovely choice, if I do say so myself.)  I am issuing an Odd Broad shout out. 

To the adorable little Virgo baby! 

Now that I think of it, the only other shout out I've had the pleasure of issuing was on my brother-in-law's thirtieth birthday.  We were at the Irish pub across the street from Sissy's apartment and I'd somehow convinced the old man in charge of the music to give me the microphone.  I'm not even sure karaoke was on the agenda for the bar that evening, but I really had the joint jumping.  I was told I could come back any time. 

Just after Borderline and right before Hey Micky!, I gave a lively, slurring shout out to my Sister and the birthday boy, wishing him a happy birthday (hiccup!) and good luck to both of them on their upcoming nuptials.  The crowd really responded. 

I'm not sure if you'll agree, but in my experience, anything involving karaoke is a hangover waiting to happen.  Even saying the word makes me swoon, just a bit.  Does anyone have any Advil?

But I have digressed.  May your weekend be filled with contented sighs, mid-day brunches, and relaxation. 

And perhaps a shout out or two.

Comments

[Weinerdog]

I'm glad you cleared up that Anthony Bourdain comment for me, I thought I'd heard him wrong!
That man is soooo boyfriend material, I might have to replace Treat Williams.
Shana Tova!

xoxo
Chava

[The Odd Broad]

Well, he could be your Food Network boyfriend and that way you can still keep Treat?

Wish Paul a Happy New Year!

Hodel

[WeinerDog]

Yes, yes you are right!
I'll separate them!!!

xoxo
Tzeitel

[The Odd Broad]

See, you can have BOTH! And I will have Alan Rickman, my (peculiar) movie star boyfriend.