guitar hero

I really think that I work with a bunch of out of work, down on their luck actors. Ones who like to say and or do things to hone their craft. No one could possibly be so weird. Or so lame and pathetic. A fantasy of mine is that there is a terrible fire and I'm late to work that day, of course everyone perishes in the flames except me. Darn it, it would really be a loss to humanity.

Today someones family came into visit. Normally this bothers me. Go home. Who cares where your significant other or parent works. (Unless your my Mom, she works in a prison and the tour was awesome!) But So and So's wife and kids came in today and they we're making small talk with So and So's inferior. Small talk makes me nervous normally but today it made me giggle uncontrollably.

So and So's Wife : So how were your holidays?
Inferior : Oh they were fantastic, except for one thing.
So and So's Wife : Oh, a bit of family dysfunction? (Chortle, chortle)
Inferior : Actually, my grandma died on Christmas day on our couch.
So and So's Wife : (Uncomfortable silence, followed by looking at the floor)
Me : Ha ha ha ha, cough cough cough cough.
So and So's Wife : That's really horrible, I'm sorry.
Inferior : Yeah, but other than that it was great. I got guitar hero...

I shit you not, word for word. Oh it was great until grandma decided to bite the big one on your couch? That's disturbing. Even more disturbing than sharing this story to people you don't know is maybe you should have said something to the effect of "Yeah, but at least she was surrounded by family and it was peaceful." But no, you thought to add that you got guitar hero. Sick, sick fuck!

I have such a headache. It's fucking stressful pretending to work. Especially when someone got shit canned today. Someone that I would never expect to get fired. My days are numbered. Fuck. I need a drink or twelve.