takin a break

the chance of me going to plush tonight are diminishing by the minute. why, u ask yourself? i cannot find my jeep key. my one and only jeep key. i searched, and searched, and searched this AM. i finally gave up and called an employee to pick me up. i came home, thanks to another employee. i have searched, and searched, and searched some more. my one bedroom apartment, my jeep, my porch, the outdoor trash can by the mailboxes, my indoor trash cans, my recycle containers, the fridge, the freezer, the shower, the microwave, the stove, cabinets, drawers, the litter box. i am running out of places to look. i did call the apartment office, no one turned in any keys. can u say manbearpig? blackhole, spontaneous metal combustion, a prankster poltergeist? maybe they were beamed up by their mother spaceship, returning to the home planet of keynonia, where they can roam free, untethered from any keychains, never having to jingle against their brethren again, living a life of long anticipated solitude.

funny coincidence. i get back to the office tonight. i am the last one to arrive, due to my late start. the secretary tells me that everyone had to take a piss test today. she is holding my form to take in. she rips it up in front of me. she tells me to tell no one about this, and if asked, to say i went down there. my boss overhears the exchange, and states in a joking tone 'now don't be going home and getting high dude'. yes, this happened despite everyone knowing i have 'lost' my keys today.

well, break over man. time to search some more. i have a concert to attend tonight.