It is too late now because
You have not been paying attention

Told to "shove it" by an old man, last week or week before, I forget now. He was mad, sort of spit it right in my face.
We have changed our lineup again, the new trading cards will be out this fall. We also have new jerseys and freshly corked bats that should be arriving tomorrow. I received three issues of Field & Stream, within a week, for reasons that escape me. Head beginning to ache, damn weather.
Was going to get a Sigur Ros album today, maybe latest Joan of Arc, think I'll get a haircut instead. Getting mullety.
While I love the new Radiohead, no one, with the exception of one person, likes it at my workplace. I thought that some of the ideas expressed would cause a few of my co-workers to scream until their heads exploded. Instead, they all chose to comment on how "sad" Thom Yorke sounds. One, a reader of the super happy and uplifting comic called Sandman, probably a listener of Tori Amos, was quoted as saying, "Dude, what is this guy's deal, geez, cheer up, man!" The amazing part was when Yorke heard her through the tapedeck and apologized for sounding so glum. I had to put in the Smiths because another co-worker said that they were "happier."And then I remembered that none of this was a dream. And because my boss forgot to order the correct supplies, she wants people cleaning the bathrooms to wear small trashbags on their hands. And her and her boss and his boss and the HR person for the company are trying to find a way to lay off mentally/physically handicapped persons just to free up some money, despite the fact that one does more work both better and faster than most of the people at the store. One of them makes something like 20 bucks a week, 20 bucks that we obviously need more than peace of mind. Why pat ourselves on the back when we could have a few more bucks that we'll be denied when it comes time for bonuses.
Shit, I didn't think I had much to say.
posted by beta at 6/17/2003 10:19:00 AM