02 January 2014
Help Is On The Way
The Beatles film, "Help," for many years, has been self administered as a cure for getting over the post holiday depression that will settle in. Eight foot piles of brown frozen snow in a client's parking lot and lunch at Ruby Tuesdays in a flat western suburb will be plunged even further down the black hole with the blood-red cellophane Hallmark of Valentine's Day. It's enough to make anyone drink but my client has a thing for Bailey's Hazelnut with shots of Jägermeister.
Back at the office, your new revenue goal is upped 40% without any corresponding monetary increase -- Only an inference you won't have a job if you don't make it by a man named Rick but who you call Dick.
At home, your welcomed by a wife who is back from a three day business trip with a freshly waxed 'hooh-hah,' which she admonishes you for questioning because she has always liked the cool feeling, this despite she was in St Paul where it's twenty below and it'll be another eight months before the two of you have intimate relations again.
Somberly… and with lead feet, you walk to the flat screen, dig out the Blu Ray DVD and slip "Help" into a black tray and punch the remote. Backing away from the TV, you stare at the screen and, since you've seen it more times in one month than you've had sex with your wife all year, you smile and feel like you're 15 again... because you are.