Hump this!! No, really...

Wednesday's are often regarded as "Over the Hump" day. If you've never heard of this expression, here's a little backstory. And if you haven't, where have you been?? Living underneath a rock the whole time?? Still using that nifty 8-track?
"Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree..." *Snaps fingers* Ah, the good old days. Um. I mean, no. Jay Z, he's the shiznits!! (Are kids even saying that anymore?) That 1973 Tony Orlando and Dawn song reference is totally Asian of me. Every asian family I ever knew (including my own) had an 8track (or currently owning the karaoke version) of that song. Therapy has been soothing out my personality wrinkles, but the nightmares of Uncle "too drunk to sing this damn song" keep recurring. I'll take more blue pills, please.

"Hump Day" -- ".the day that is at the midpoint in a given period of work; (often) Wednesday, the middle of the work week. Similarly, Hump Night. 1965 in DARE (Dictionary of American Regional English): Hump day was used by counselors at summer camp to mean Wednesday."

It's been one of those hectic days at work. To make matters worse, I'm not too fond of a fellow co-worker who's not only obnoxious, but louder than a rock concert. LIVE. Apparently, when in conversation, he still feels the need to YELL out everything to me. (Knowing damn well, my ass is sitting right next to his.)

As I counted down the minutes (which felt like hours, days. Really. ) to our closing bell at work, I was struck with a dessert surprise. A lovely customer, a regular to our bank, was holding 2 heavenly McFlurries with my name written all over the Oreo one. She usually comes by once a week with various banking transactions and off the wall stories. I've managed to befriend her while discussing everything from car troubles, to her "rotten spoiled" children, to even an upcoming improv show I'm participating in. Terribly sweet woman, who's kind enough to let me engage in the most random conversations. She overheard a co-worker and I discussing our "love" for McFlurries from McDonald's sometime before the Labor Day weekend.

Well, today was a day to see her smiling face. She walked in with 2 McFlurries. One for Elise and I to devour like hungry beasts gone amuck in the wild. (A terribly cool chick that I work with, by the way) She wanted to give us the treats because she knew we worked long days Monday through Friday and thought it'd be a nice gift for helping her with previous transactions. I actually thought she was kidding when she told us she'd get us some for being "dolls" to her the next time she came in to the bank.

Before she left, I knighted her as my "McFlurry Godmother". That's right, bitches! I got my own McFlurry Godmother. Don't sweat the technique. (Ok, that last part was reaching. I haven't heard that expression since the early 90's) My apologies.

It's been an awful day. What a way to return back to work, eh? (At least I had a 4 day weekend.) Oh, and Thank God for sweet people like "McFlurry Godmother" to make everything better.

P.S. When someone you know calls you "woman" (aside from the other petnames: ho, moms, bitch, skank love, bootytaper, etc.)

Reply with this:
"OK, but street slang is an increasingly valid form of expression. Most of the feminine pronouns do have mocking, but not necessarily in a misogynistic undertone."

*Haven't done a movie reference in awhile. Any takers?*

--I've been slacking in the movie department lately. I've been wanting to see the following: Garden State, Napoleon Dynamite, and Vanity Fair.

Any reviews you'd like to share?