| Jun. 26th, 2009 @ 05:57 am Some days... |
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Current Mood:  amused
...I am waiting for someone, ANYone, amongst my postal colleagues to just stand up and say "Screw this, I'm going back to clown school." Mailmen are a strange, and strange-looking, lot. It's like most of us were put together using God's leftover parts from a home improvement project, all doorlatch noses and porch-railing legs.
...the more I try to explain Teh Intarwebs to my co-workers, the more I wonder about the notion of virtual reality, of virtual identity, of virtual property.
And then I realize that if I articulate a single word of that navel-gazing, they will assume I am gay or something. You should see the looks I get when I say I don't actually like baseball.
...there are millions of mosquitoes in this world, and I swear to Jesus that most of them know what I taste like. The worst of it is at the inarguably Most Expensive Condos In Town, too, because the five-dollar maintenance staff just swabs out the lobby like old Tupperware and LETS IT AIR DRY. In a salt marsh. In summer. Seriously.
...yesterday, management visited me twice on the street. The first set of knobs came to see if I still had mail in the truck (I did, and quite a bit of it), and the second set came to see if I would go help another carrier. I find this amusing because one set was out to persecute and investigate, the other was using me as an excuse for a beach run to ogle marginally-legal girls in bikinis. |
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