it all comes from cows
Today someone asked me directions somewhere. I have lived her a year and I still cannot tell you how to get anywhere. If you come to visit just Yahoo some directions; I cannot tell you where I live. I can find my way around but I do not know landmarks, street names, cardinal directions, anything. I thought I did know the cardinal directions but I saw some Geese flying south today and I resented them because I would like to go to Rhode Island for the weekend and then I realized that they had it right and I had it wrong.
I would like to be a bird for a day. It would be fun to fly around and poop on people and their cars.
So, I was asked directions and I did not know. No one takes that answer so I gave the person directions. I have no idea where they sent them but I hope they had fun on their ride. I always enjoy a trip in the car so I am sure they did too. I just hope they got lost enough that they do not come back and find me. I guess I look like Rand McNally or a gas station.
Dude, you can�t get there from here.
Me Complaining About My (second) Job
I enjoy working where I do; the people are fun, nice, and real. There is a small junta of managers and all but one of them is cool. I really think that should be �are� but Bill Gates demurred. The one who is not cool is an absolute Napoleon. He is a tiny little man with a tiny amount of power in my life and he exploits as if he is running the insignificant, South Asian country he hails from. I do not mind so much that he is mean to me. What tugs my manties into a powerful knot is how he mistreats the teenagers that work with us. They are, despite their adult size and behaviors, children. I hope no one treats his kids like that. He is a crazy asshole, and would kill them.
He will pick on me occasionally but I take him to the mat or ruin it for him. Today he called me stupid. I replied, �Oh, yeah? If I am stupid then how come you are the manager and I am the employee?� This logic, because there is no logic, is lost on him due to his inability to use our language effectively. However, I normally comment on his nasty comments to the children we work with. Today, this girl we will call Lindsay, made a mistake. She gave someone who asked for coke a milk, and the person who asked for a milk got a coke (I typed that three times before getting it heterosexual). Only our boss was angry about this and I loudly announced, �Coke, milk, it all comes from cows.� This was ignorant of course because chocolate milk comes from brown cows. He told me if I kept it up he was going to fire me. I told him to go ahead because he had to write me up first and I wanted to see, �mocked my emotional abuse of children,� on my write up.