What I must do instead of work. (671 hits)
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Submitted by V@L (View user info) at 2004-11-06 04:55:45 EST
Yes, I am at work, and here I am. Why? Because the boss lady told me that I am not supposed to do any more work of what is here, but wait for something that was supposed to be here two hours ago. So I am going to post something that is just rather... bitchy. Why? yes because I am getting paid to sit in front of a computer and not work. Oh, and Jabberwacky.com keeps taking to long to load. Very interesting conversation tonight though, it included: pirates, butt plugs, and the artificial intelegence computer trying to tell me its as real as the sun but is the moon... so of course there was alot of mocking involved. alrightty....
So I havn't been up to much lately since its been cold and ickky out side lately, but I did manage to leave yesterday! it was a good outing day, I went to the neighboring cities sculpture garden and the lock and dam just because they are cool places to go. And it was nice, really nice, almost the kind of nice that I wish I had a significant other to share with, but thats a bit far away for now.
Heh, but I can honestly say that I've given up on actually looking, not like I was ever on the prowl before. But yes its all good, and to prove it I think I will share some horror stories of my search that I have gotten past.
But first something way fucking not cool. here I am at work, its my primary gate to the internet, and you know what, I am actually working, or was up until this point, I usually take a while to actually type my entrys and take breaks to do work, so here I am working and my hand feels a bit odd, and I actually look down at my hands, I have partial skills right now keyboarding so I dont usually, but yeah just prancing on his merry way is this huge brown nasty assed spider, of course I do what anyone naturally does when their space was rudly interupted and started to shake my entire arm viciously and get out of my chair. Then to not cause any more attention to myself I just sit down and stare at the floor, because I knew that little bastard had to have fallen somewhere, its so not cool, now I'm all tense and crap and do you think I'm really motivated to work now?!Hell no, so I'm staring at the floor to waiting for that punk to start moving so I can spot him. and I did finally, and he went Squish!! Ha, bi-otch! thats what you get. ok back to the stories, I need a smoke.
This is the going out in everyday life and meeting people, who apparently think the only places to talk to people are either at fast food places and the bus, which let me tell you if they aren't crazy they just were... ok no, I think either way they were crazy. But one time I was walking home from the video store, me and my son, having a nice walk when this guy stops and asked if I went to a certain high school, now he didn't look familiar but that doesn't mean that I didn't know him neccessarily. So I said yes I did and he was talking about how he recognized me from something or another and I was like thats cool, la la la... and we get ready to go on our merry little way, he said by to me and then turned to my son and said, "Bye! If your mom quits playin' I'll be yar next daddy!" and thats when the shock set in, me just standing there blankly like my brain just got fried and he just went allong his way down the street never to be seen again.... what the hell.
Since I work so closely with computers I didn't rule out the whole meeting someone through one completely, untill that is until I met a few people that actualy didn't freak me out at first. One I met, he did some agitating things, you know like side with your friends against you so he could be liked by all, drink a little on the heavy side, didn't mention that smoking pot 'every once in a while' actually meant whenever he could get ahold of some. And yes, that turned into talking to him for a bit, and then finding out he was a man-hore, which is never a good thing. Another I was just talking to, not even in a romanticly mindset way, just to talk to someone since I have no computer at home, and so here I am on the phone and he says completely out of the blue, "You know what I can't stand?" And I thought it was going to be something like the skin on pudding or something, totally just an everyday thing because I barely knew the dude, but then its, "I can't stand interracial breeding"...... um... what?.... uh.... I have another call I'll call you back.... never to be spoken to again. Apparently when he knew that I had a child he never had the mindset to ask what race my child was before he decided to make that comment because even though I am 'so cool' is what the words were I was one of those damned people that helps create inter-racial breeding. heh, wow, yeah people are special and I think I'm going to go and work a bit more. Yay!
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Submitted by cigar.. (user info) at 2004-11-06 10:28:18 EST (#)
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