Divisions and Precisions

The muse struck me. So

The muse struck me. So I said "ouch!", then I came up with the following:

*insert blues riff here: "duh-NUH-na-nuh"*
I got here this mornin' (*duh-NUH-na-nuh*)
'Bout a quarter to nine. (*duh-NUH-na-nuh*)
Thought I'd get some work done (*duh-NUH-na-nuh*)
Man, I was feelin' fine...

But I got the blues...
The Stuck At The Front Desk All Day Blues

My boss, he done tole me (*duh-NUH-na-nuh*)
That Kelly was sick. (*duh-NUH-na-nuh*)
My heart started sinkin' (*duh-NUH-na-nuh*)
Cause I knew right then I was bound to get picked...

And I got the blues...
The Stuck At The Front Desk All Day Blues...

Can't work on no projects (*duh-NUH-na-nuh*)
Can't surf on the web (*duh-NUH-na-nuh*)
I'm thinkin' this mornin' (*duh-NUH-na-nuh*)
I shoulda just stayed in bed...

Cause I got the blues...
The Stuck At The Front Desk All Day Blues...

Got no one to talk to, (*duh-NUH-na-nuh*)
Workin' all by myself. (*duh-NUH-na-nuh*)
Telephone ain't ringin' (*duh-NUH-na-nuh*)
Feel like they done put me on the shelf...

Cause I got the blues...
The Stuck At The Front Desk All Day Blues...

(Obligatory improv until fade)
Somebody help me, now. I ain't got nothin' to do! I got them low-down, bored receptionist blues. Anybody seen a nail file?

Well. That killed another fifteen minutes. Is it time to go home yet?

Posted by Lisa at January 8, 2001 11:54 AM