Laura Goldberg

Laura Goldberg

Monday, February 8, 2010

Polly want to crack her?

Sometimes I think I am like a dungenous crab.  I have a really hard outer layer; sometimes it might even hurt for a second to touch me if you hit me on my thorny part.  But if you get the right tools to crack me, I can be cracked pretty easily and inside you find a nice succulent piece of meat that you can't get enough of.

The problem is a lot of people don't know the right tools to crack me.  You can't crack a dungeous crab with a butter knife.  You don't always have to be so gentle.  Sometimes I need to be kicked in the ass. But you also can't crack me with a rock.  I mean you can, but then when you do, you will make a big mess.  Meaning, don't try to get to know me by putting me down and being too tough. It won't work. 

Today, on the way to work, I cried.  Why?  Because two ambulances passed me and when I finally caught up, found out that they were stopping for a homeless man who I think was dead.  And it made me sad.  And it makes me sad that I have to drive by this everyday.  And that I have to work for such a sad cause.  And that I have to pass such saddness on the way to my sad cause. 

I want a job where I can wear jeans and bring my dog.  And laugh and make money. And go home.  I don't want to cry on the way to work.

1 comment:

becky said...

Oh's unfair that some days are so sad, and i'm certain that job is just sitting down the street from me waiting for you to arrive ;)