Why are you sleeping in tomorrow's world? Hey, playgirl!
I'm more significant than you. I must be - everywhere I go, everwhere I look... I see my influence all around me.
Mind you, I live in a bubble the limits of which is my own perception of things. Everything I see I see through my eyes, with my preconceptions.
You can't blame me for being a little egocentric.
I'm not a superstitious person, not really. Aside from a pervasive suspicion that anybody will knowingly screw over whomever is closest to them given the right circumstances, and a tiny secret hope that integrity can come from surprising places, things are as they are. Without all the symbolism.
So when I managed to spend all of last Saturday at home and didn't get anything done that I'd planned to, I decided at 2200+ to go to the grocery store. And since I'd not even had a shower yet and was feeling like I needed one, I did that too.
This is not the weird part.
I opened up the door to the balcony pre-shower in anticipation of great gouts of steam. I looked out into the cold, clear, mostly deserted night without really noticing anything.
Shower ensued. Ten minutes, tops.
Toweling off and getting dressed to get food, I glanced out the open door at the incredibly thick fog that wrapped the street and made a thin presence of light the tops of the nearby buildings. Even the nearest streetlights were dimmed dandelion puffs of colour in this miasmic soup.
"Wow, that shower must have been hotter than I thought." was the first thing I thought.
Egocentric, as I said.
Upon reaching the street and starting to head towards the food dispensary, I inhaled a big lungful of what indeed seemed to be steam and watched as eddies swirled about the few lights bright enough to show such detail. Even the sounds I could hear had an odd, bathroom echo quality to them.
See? Far reaching significance in everything that I do. ;)
What way do you want it? I want it that way. I apologise profusely.
Buffalo Kisser is no more! Let me explain:
After the door-pounder was removed from the site (detailed here if you've forgotten and/or interested), they put on a woman that looked, from a distance and in the dark, an awful lot like Indian Guy. A round face and a ridiculous hat is what made me think that.
Over the course of the month she's been on, working the same shift I used to (technically, the same shift DiceGimp used to), she's been harassed by both DiceGimp and Buffalo Kisser. Possibly because neither of them have ever had any relationship with a woman that didn't have staples in her navel.
Buffalo Kisser has been worse, though. He would constantly touch her (arms around her mostly), and saying she should kiss him and such. The conversations were much worse.
Other times, he'd be treating her like a less valuable lifeform - not answering the radio when she'd call him or throwing the radio and keys at her when he wanted to go take a nap. Lots of things like that.
Interestingly, both Buffalo Kisser and DiceGimp would get jealous if she spent any time talking to Palooka. They're both ignoring him, and they chew her out once they get her alone after she talks to him.
It was very stressful for her, and she finally decided that despite liking the site and how convenient it was for her to get there, she didn't want to have to deal with all of the nonsense anymore. So she spoke to a manager or three.
Remember the account manager that I spoke to about the door-pounder? The one whom I found so helpful?
He told her that they'd received positive feedback about her on the site and that they didn't want to lose her. So if she could hang on for a couple of days, he'd send out a couple of managers to talk to everybody involved.
Which they did.
The weekend came.
Buffalo Kisser and this woman worked together one more night.
And that'll be the last time he's heard from on the site again.
Mind you, I live in a bubble the limits of which is my own perception of things. Everything I see I see through my eyes, with my preconceptions.
You can't blame me for being a little egocentric.
I'm not a superstitious person, not really. Aside from a pervasive suspicion that anybody will knowingly screw over whomever is closest to them given the right circumstances, and a tiny secret hope that integrity can come from surprising places, things are as they are. Without all the symbolism.
So when I managed to spend all of last Saturday at home and didn't get anything done that I'd planned to, I decided at 2200+ to go to the grocery store. And since I'd not even had a shower yet and was feeling like I needed one, I did that too.
This is not the weird part.
I opened up the door to the balcony pre-shower in anticipation of great gouts of steam. I looked out into the cold, clear, mostly deserted night without really noticing anything.
Shower ensued. Ten minutes, tops.
Toweling off and getting dressed to get food, I glanced out the open door at the incredibly thick fog that wrapped the street and made a thin presence of light the tops of the nearby buildings. Even the nearest streetlights were dimmed dandelion puffs of colour in this miasmic soup.
"Wow, that shower must have been hotter than I thought." was the first thing I thought.
Egocentric, as I said.
Upon reaching the street and starting to head towards the food dispensary, I inhaled a big lungful of what indeed seemed to be steam and watched as eddies swirled about the few lights bright enough to show such detail. Even the sounds I could hear had an odd, bathroom echo quality to them.
See? Far reaching significance in everything that I do. ;)
What way do you want it? I want it that way. I apologise profusely.
Buffalo Kisser is no more! Let me explain:
After the door-pounder was removed from the site (detailed here if you've forgotten and/or interested), they put on a woman that looked, from a distance and in the dark, an awful lot like Indian Guy. A round face and a ridiculous hat is what made me think that.
Over the course of the month she's been on, working the same shift I used to (technically, the same shift DiceGimp used to), she's been harassed by both DiceGimp and Buffalo Kisser. Possibly because neither of them have ever had any relationship with a woman that didn't have staples in her navel.
Buffalo Kisser has been worse, though. He would constantly touch her (arms around her mostly), and saying she should kiss him and such. The conversations were much worse.
Other times, he'd be treating her like a less valuable lifeform - not answering the radio when she'd call him or throwing the radio and keys at her when he wanted to go take a nap. Lots of things like that.
Interestingly, both Buffalo Kisser and DiceGimp would get jealous if she spent any time talking to Palooka. They're both ignoring him, and they chew her out once they get her alone after she talks to him.
It was very stressful for her, and she finally decided that despite liking the site and how convenient it was for her to get there, she didn't want to have to deal with all of the nonsense anymore. So she spoke to a manager or three.
Remember the account manager that I spoke to about the door-pounder? The one whom I found so helpful?
He told her that they'd received positive feedback about her on the site and that they didn't want to lose her. So if she could hang on for a couple of days, he'd send out a couple of managers to talk to everybody involved.
Which they did.
The weekend came.
Buffalo Kisser and this woman worked together one more night.
And that'll be the last time he's heard from on the site again.
posted by Rimmy at 08:45
6 Comments:
now he can go home and kiss his buffalo
Like that buffalo doesn't have better prospects. You want him to get hit with a harassment suit to kick him off the farm? ;)
Er... because on the wedding night you can get more champagne, rather - raw 'shine - in a rubber boot than a wedding slipper?
Oh yeah, Calgary's the place for YOU!
When are you going to offer me the phat l3wt to work for you? Hmmmm?
I like KD just fine, although I haven't seen her in years.
A little crude to call it "a can of tuna" though, isn't it? :O
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