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Friday, May 03, 2002
"what kind of idiot are you?!" exclaimed the caller. "let me see, what day is it?" i asked. "oh yes, thursday, that would be....(consulting chart) blithering sir" i said proudly. "WHAT?!" he screamed. that's the second time he said "what." i wonder if he's a wrestling fan... "you know sir, i came to this country with a carpet bag and a dream......" i explained. (sound of caller banging phone on unseen object - probably head) "you know sir, there's talk of moving me to tech support. so if you have any computer problems you can call 1-8... hello?....." ok code the call.... there's nothing here for accidentally breaking the caller.... Thursday, May 02, 2002
ever fantasized about what it would be like to be a smurf? well, ok, ever wondered what your name would be (as a smurf?) btw, i'm Radioactive Smurf. try it feryerself: I dub Thee.... so i soaked a shirt at work yesterday. meaning i took my first calls. callers, especially from the east coast, are the same as i remember from previous jobs. nasally, anxious, etc. wanting everything now. wondering why the whole world isn't geared to them. absolutely charming. tried the alfredo spinach pie from papa john's last night. drowned it in special garlic sauce and chased it with da peppers. payed for it in dream land later. dreamed that i was moving back into my childhood home, with 2 of the people in my training class. the place had electrical problems and was haunted. got into a really bad conversation with this drunk guy and kept trying to get out of it. kept telling him that i had to stop talking because everything i said led to making fun of him and his friends. he didn't seem to care, so i obliged. don't think he ever caught on. oh well. then my brother showed up, raining praise on his black father. yes, that makes no sense. anyway, he keeps saying how much he loves him and wants to look like him when he grows up. ummm. then i was back at applebee's on a saturday night working in the kitchen. more drunk people. there were some weird video games involving ducks and one of the drunk guys was going to come back at midnight or so and close for me. the rest is kinda foggy. Wednesday, May 01, 2002
We received a collect call from our son on his way home for Christmas, from Bellehaven, Va. (lower Eastern Shore). The call lasted FOUR MINUTES. When our Verizon bill came, there was a charge of $32.59. The "billed on behalf of Opticom, Div. of One Call Comm. section explains the charge is $31.02; that's SEVEN DOLLARS AND SEVENTY-FIVE CENTS PER MINUTE. On top of that, Good Old Verizon adds $ 1.57 for all their cooperation. Of course, I called to inquire; got my B.P. up considerably by hearing How I Needed to be Educated about Accepting L.D. Calls. ------ Spray painted vegetables and i used to work for this outfit. glad to see they're still doing so well. they shipped all the operator jobs off to dominican republic just before i bailed. keep hoping that haiti will explode and there will be a civil war all over the island. i don't have anything against haitians or dommies, but it would serve this pig-f*cking company right. nah, i'm not bitter. Tuesday, April 30, 2002
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sloppy scrawled teachings dripping over victim's head indecipherable twisted logic symbolistic slaughter needle probing deeply feeding need piercing soul dissolute pain distant outcry howl bleeding leaky fixative dark angel standing streetlight tourniquet pictures own rebirth last time final fix just like last time Sunday, April 28, 2002
this has been a busy weekend, and it's not over. friday night we went to stutz. again, my angst was in full bloom against the truly untalented. and the pretentious people must have car-pooled this year. there were no dark works there at all. well, a couple were borderline but never dark enough for my taste. what do i consider dark? here's a peek then there was earthday on saturday. in a word SOGGY. i think the earth was trying to tell us something. and no dave, it wasn't to burn more tires. we got bags-o-freebies, got to pet skunks, ferrets, snakes, and greyhounds you could adopt. free white oak trees, cereal samples, fruit snacks, rice beverages, coupons, stickers, magnets, message boards, chip clips, info on toyotas complete with cd roms.... then to spaghetti factory. then to the mall. then to borders. yikes, what a day. and when i got home i'd sold about $60 worth of stuff online. today i have to stop by the pharm, go to the airport post office, shop for foodage, and still be in bed in time to make it to work at 8:30am monday. i need a nap just thinking about it. but then i have time because i can't go any where til the laundry is done. |