So, I got called back to work and I started Monday. As my friend TB says, I am employed by THE MAN, and THE MAN likes to call us up and send us home whenever the heck he FEELS like it. Damn man.
At any rate, we are currently in his favor, and so I am working, albeit in a new job, one I happen to like better. I go in, do the job, and when it’s done, IT’S DONE. My last job was like housework. You clean and clean and clean, and no matter what, the minute you turned around THERE WAS MORE. Okay, fine, so this job is KINDA like that too, but on a daily basis, not on an hourly basis.
Actually, the old job is more like LAUNDRY, which is a dirty, thankless job which is neverending.
But I digress.
We are back to work, and the new job leaves me sore and tired, but feeling like I accomplished something. Forgive me for not EXPOUNDING on the job, or my employer, but people have been FIRED for talking about their jobs on blogs, and MY employer, THE MAN, takes that sort of shit very seriously. So I am not going to play. Single mom. Buying a house. Need benefits. Nuff said.
My friend Heather–who I worked with in the old department–and I ended up on the same team, and sit next to each other. We are cool with that, and we are both workers, so the bosses are cool with that as well. In fact, they are making noises about keeping us, even though our OLD department is now trying to call us back. No thanks. Fires of hell? No thank you, I am rather warm today already.
Heather and I are cool, and we understand each other, even if it means we don’t talk. I don’t have to be constantly entertaining, because let’s face it, I am NOT constantly entertaining. Have you read this blog? Sometimes I suck. But I try.
Sometimes we are quiet, and sometimes we laugh our asses off. So Wednesday we got into this discussion. And it went as follows.
Me: “Man, some of these people are stinky. Do they not know what baths are for?”
Heather: “I know, the odor on some of them lingers for hours. But I’d rather have the stinky people than the stupid people.”
Me: “You would?”
Heather: “Hell yeah. The stinky people you can give a bar of soap to. The stupid people are just stupid.”
Me: “Well, yeah, but you would give them the bar of soap, and OBVIOUSLY they don’t know what it’s for, or they wouldn’t be stinky.”
Heather: “Hmmm. I guess you could say the stinky people are also stupid, or they wouldn’t be stinky.”
Me: “I win.”
Heather: “Yeah right.”
See what I mean? Quality companionship.