Life during wartime
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substituteToday, in my city, we had one of the new Brazil-style terror alerts. There was an uncorroborated single phone call to the FBI saying that a shopping mall near the West Los Angeles Federal Building might be attacked. So, of course, the authorities told us to go about our business and have a great day and shop a lot and be alert and on the outlook for anything unusual. Cognitive dissonance is patriotic these days! Go us! It’s inane, not just because of the contradictory orders we’re given, but because the whole city is entirely open and full of weirdos and unusual activity. Two guys in robes and turbans could walk down Wilshire with machine guns and everyone would say “Hmm, movie shoot, or just weirdos?”
Five assholes with two grenades each could make the city grind to a halt. Glad no one has done it.
A friend of mine who is a very smart, nice, pretty 19-year-old college student is a waitress. Tonight she had a table of two men, who ordered a dessert to split. She brought the dessert and handed them the two spoons and said “there you go, you can share!”. One of them, a stereotypical mulleted guy in a white wife-beater, said “I have a better idea! How about we spread you out here on the table and share you!” It never ceases to amaze me what people will say to other people in public. She had a (male) coworker give them their check. They tipped 20%. The manager offered to throw them out but she decided to go with the money.
A few weeks ago I really lost it at work and had a regrettable, juvenile prima donna fit about the way the I.T. department was treating my computing needs at work. As a result I received today a brand-new 1.5 GHz Powerbook with all the trimmings. Although this was honestly what was needed in the circumstance, it’s not much of a moral lesson. After almost 3 years of being a very good hard-working nice employee I behaved like a complete ass and was rewarded with new shiny hardware.
Heard of a van
Loaded with weapons
Packed up and ready to go...
Five assholes with two grenades each could make the city grind to a halt. Glad no one has done it.
A friend of mine who is a very smart, nice, pretty 19-year-old college student is a waitress. Tonight she had a table of two men, who ordered a dessert to split. She brought the dessert and handed them the two spoons and said “there you go, you can share!”. One of them, a stereotypical mulleted guy in a white wife-beater, said “I have a better idea! How about we spread you out here on the table and share you!” It never ceases to amaze me what people will say to other people in public. She had a (male) coworker give them their check. They tipped 20%. The manager offered to throw them out but she decided to go with the money.
A few weeks ago I really lost it at work and had a regrettable, juvenile prima donna fit about the way the I.T. department was treating my computing needs at work. As a result I received today a brand-new 1.5 GHz Powerbook with all the trimmings. Although this was honestly what was needed in the circumstance, it’s not much of a moral lesson. After almost 3 years of being a very good hard-working nice employee I behaved like a complete ass and was rewarded with new shiny hardware.
Heard of a van
Loaded with weapons
Packed up and ready to go...
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IF I SAID YOU HAD A BEAUTIFUL BODY
Date: 2004-04-30 08:25 am (UTC)Working in food service really fucks you up for awhile, and gives you this (true? false?) impression of the awfulness of humanity. Some people treat you like servants, some like an audience, and some like hookers. I'm impressed by her manager's offer -- most would just look at you like you had your head screwed on wrongly and expect you to suck it up.
I had a lot of opportunities to be a very bad person to these types of people, seeing as how I was the bartender... but I never did. I guess that makes me either dumb or noble or something. =)
Good job, ass. I think it's in your job description to have a geekvalanche every few years, and you did well. Yey!