So The Lovely Rhonda is off for another exciting day of union negotiations, and I’m set for a training committee meeting followed by a billing meeting.
Urgh, that sounds fun, says TLR.
Oh yes, I say. See, it’s like this: imagine that everyone USED to play World of Warcraft. But it’s been like three years. And everyone else is playing Star Wars now, but you don’t play Star Wars, you never have, but now you have to sit through meetings where everyone talks in endless detail about Star Wars.
Ew, she says, why don’t you play Star Wars?
It’s not available where I live, I say. But it’s coming. So, it’s like I know what they’re talking about, I mean it’s still an RPG, but I never got to play MMO. No, see it was more like I was playing like Dungeons and Dragons? With the dice and the pencils and the papers and the books, like old school? Because we only used a computer to like PRINT OUT the billing. Then you had to turn it in to be entered by somebody somewhere else.
HOW PRIMITIVE, she shudders.
Yes, I say. We were like cavemen. And my tiny pterodactyl inside the chunky computer case made of rock? The one that etches the documents onto stone tablets with its beak? My tiny pterodactyl is dead.