Envying the hoopla
May 19th, 2005
It’s Thursday, May 19. And I’m at work.
I’m not in line at the movie theatre, dressed up as any character, debating on whether or not Han shot Greedo first, which, by the way, he did.
I’m at work.
I’m not playing Wookie Hooky, or coming down with a Phantom Flu.
I’m at work, a couple of hundred yards from the movie theatre. If I focus, I can actually here the clashing of lightsabers blaring from the THX sound system.
I’ve got tomorrow off, and tickets reserved. But for now, I’m at work, and I just reserved some Star Wars stuff for a patron trying to figure out all the hoopla. My mind wanders off a couple of hundred yards from the reference desk, wishing I was in the middle of all that hoopla, wishing to hear Vader “breathe” for the first time, Chewie growling for the first time, and Mace kicking ass for the last time.
But no, I’m at work. Doing the responsible thing. I hate this job. I’m off to join the 501st next week.
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