Tragic, disgusting, and not for the faint of heart.
Something so amazing, so wonderful, so marvellous, so mood-lifting happened today that I can’t bring myself to speak of it. A day I have waited on for 30 years has come to pass, and the most beautiful thing about this day is that it will be more. I mean, more novelty and splendour await. A sea to swim in, a sky to fall from. No spoilers, please.
Sushi and edamame and beef teriyaki among other things for dinner. Keith came in the door a-hankerin’ for sushi, and by dod, there it was.
Many compliments on my new work drag, across a broad spectrum of coworkers. I think all I need to complete the outfit I wore today is gloves, a mask and a dental pick, but what the hell. As a somewhat closeted nudist (barring situations when loincloths are a sanitary necessity) it’s hard to convey the brutal contempt and disgust I feel for clothing as is required to be worn in the confines of a modern office that’s just been taken over by the French. Okay, it’s a global company and it’s a very pragmatic one, I grant you, but no more effin’ dyes; I have to be drinking on my own time to wear one of those. I wear clothes around the house because my brother reacts with dignified horror if my maggot white frame falls under his eye as I shamble out to the john in the dead of night.
I’ve had some extremely bizarre customer service interactions recently. One cracked up both my boss and one of the IT guys as I insisted at louder and louder volume that we neither sell nor service food processors, and yes I was aware that he had been given the number but it was, alas, the incorrect number, and no we had nothing to do with food processors, and yes I was aware that he had been given the number but it was the wrong number. All lovingly spiced by the goddess of customer service to include a crackled out miserable excuse for a VOIP line and a dude with an accent so heavy that I couldn’t understand what he was saying even when the static let up. We looped around for about five minutes before he hung up in dismay, and I turned around and honestly I’ve never made a boss come close to doubling over, and he didn’t this time, but it was a near thing. I think the IT guy told a number of my coworkers, as I got the call reflected back to me for the rest of the day when I ran into people. Yeah.
Re: Justice – Once you truly understand that the western world at least is run by and for corporations the difference in treatment of apple and the woman whose kids were killed should be apparent.
When examining the political trends of the day, John would always say Cui bono.