People are loud. They persist in yelling, talking at the top of their lungs, and shouting into screens and at each other. And on stupid cell phones. Sometimes I just want to throw my cellphone in the garbage disposal and enjoy watching it get eaten by the spinning metal blades.
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Doctor Who for the win. Especially the new Series Two. David Tennant is my favorite Doctor ever. Hard to believe that anyone would ever take Tom Baker's place as the coolest Doc ever. But hey – the (geektastic) readers of Doctor Who Magazine agree with me – David Tennant is best. Punto final.
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I'm ever-loving-hungry. I want a halibut sandwich. And fries. I want to go to lunch. But I'm stuck at work still.
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Riverside is getting ready to release a new album. Yay. Super yay. They're only one of the most talented bands out there, and I'm just pumped for an LP from them. Expectations are high . . .
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Trees.
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So they took my courier job away from me. They hired someone to do it full time, instead of having me do it on Tuesday and Thursday and Ray do it the other days. Now, that's not a problem, necessarily, because I more or less expected it to happen eventually. I can still work as a teller in the other branches on Tuesday and Thursday. But they didn't even tell me they were hiring someone – they just showed up with the new guy on Monday and said, “Here you go, it's the new guy. You don't ever need to drive again.”
Talk about a slap in the face. You could've at least told me that's what was going on. I mean, it felt like getting fired. I know that's me over analyzing it, but that's how I feel.
So I was super pissed Monday night when I went home. I mean, really – super pissed. Like almost ready to give my two week's notice pissed. But I arrived home, in a huff, and my father (the president of the bank where I work) says to me, “So who's the new courier guy?”
I look at him and say, “I don't know. You don't know? They just told me today that I'm not the courier anymore – that's fifteen hours of work a week that they just robbed me of.”
My dad, I can tell, is rather upset himself. “I just met the guy,” he said. “And somehow I'm a little confused. Who the crap is he? If I remember right, I'm the president of the bank. And as the president, I'm supposed to interview every new employee before they start working. And I never even met the guy. What's the deal with that?”
So I was pissed, but Dad was more pissed.
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I've had a little cold that's slowly run its course through my body. I usually don't get sick, and when I do, it's rarely noticeable. But today is one of the last days of my cold – the day when it feels like your entire skin is sore.
I hate it.
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To the subject matter at hand:
Presidential hopeful John Edwards has been caught in the act of sneezing on people and smearing his mucous-y hand all over them. In response to this catching of a less-than-sanitary behavior, he stated, “Oh, you know, I was just, a, spreading my, um, message of universal healthcare, um, by showing how quickly illness can be spread and why, a, we must fight it. However, my mother, uh, said it was bad manners.”
You know what, Johnny Boy? Your mamma was right.
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I hate you all.
Unless I love you. Then I love you.
But mostly, I hate you.