Idle Speculation

[ladysprite]

Does anybody really, honestly wish they were an Oscar Mayer weiner? I mean, are there actually fairies and genies in magic-land running around granting wishes who then wind up having to turn people into hot dogs? It seems to me that there would be much easier and more desireable ways to make everyone be in love with you.

This is what happens when I have too many days off. I need more distractions, quickly.

Relief work really doesn't feel like work, right now. Part of it is that my schedule is amazingly light for April, leaving me working one or two days a week at best. Part of it, though, is the utter absence of boss-stress. On the other hand, this has been replaced by deciding-whether-to-take-a-full-time-job stress. As much as I hate myself for not being able to decide promptly, my wembler nature has taken over. I need to decide quickly, though; anxiety nightmares are starting.

Oscar Mayer Weiners don't ever need to make difficult decisions. I probably shouldn't follow that line of thought. Besides, right now I think I bear a lot more resemblance to a brown-and-serve sausage - crispy on the outside, strange and mixed up on the inside.

I need dinner, and a nap.

Comments

[hfcougar.livejournal.com]

Wasn't it just last month you were telling us how relief work was eating too much time, and keeping you from all your projects? Go with the flow, since clearly relief work is much like the tide (except perhaps less predictable).

Wishing to be an Oscar Meyer weiner seems to me like selling one's soul to the devil or making a bargain with an evil genie. All they think about beforehand is being universally loved, forgetting that the majority of all Oscar Meyer weiners come to a rather unfortunate end.

You could use the extra time to hatch evil plots. Just sayin'.

[gyzki.livejournal.com]

My Private Hum, back in the days when I was baronial seneschal:

Oh, I wish I was an Oscar Meyer wiener
That is what I truly want to be-e-e
'Cause if I was an Oscar Meyer wiener
Carolingia would be run by a sausage.

Suitably modified in later years, when I was Central Region DepSen; not revived for canton use currently.

[braider.livejournal.com]

I go from,

"Mommy, what's a F*cker?"

to

"Does anybody really, honestly wish they were an Oscar Mayer weiner?"

This has been one hell of a day for my friends. *giggles at others' discomfiture, despite her best intensions*