So right now there is no Internet at work.
(I am typing this in a text document to be posted later.)
There has been no Internet for more than an hour.
It seems like an eternity.
I don’t know how old-school reporters did it.
It was 1995 up in here.
—What’s the phone number for blah blah blah?
—I don’t know, Google it.
—Wait we don’t have Google.
—Shit. Do we have a phone book?
Turns out we do.
We have about five of them.
They are all like from 1995.
You never know how much you use something until you don’t have it anymore.
And phone interviews.
Maybe I’ll go to lunch and kill some time.
Let me check my bank account.
Wait no Internet.
People can only take so much torture before they crack.
I’m full of impending snow storm banter right now.
It’s all anybody wants to talk about during these phone interviews.
How much do you think we will get?
I heard blah blah blah.
Well I head 68 inches.
All kind of banter.
I am running out of winter/snow banter.