What a strange week at work it was. The work itself was as it always is — paperwork and phone calls with mild spikes of interesting. By the way, note to anyone out there who cold calls anyone for any reason, fucking look the place you’re calling up on the web (at least) before picking up the damn phone. I answer the phone for those calls and when I give that spiel about “yeah, here’s what we do and shit,” I can tell the lie in your voice when you say, “yeah, me too.”

No, the intrigue at work was various levels of disgruntlement in high and low places, and my sitting in the vicinity of the confessional of such things. Here’s the surprising twist, I’m not at the pissed off vanguard. I’m cool. I don’t think my job is a life-changing lovefest of mind-altering proportions, nah, it’s fucking toil. But, it certainly ain’t working at the meat packing plant with blood and gore at my feet and unsafe sharp-bladed equipment in my hands.

There’s even very little pooh smearing. (Although, if I figure out who the insensitive twat is who uses one of them ass-saving paper doilies on the commode to protect her precious posterior and then leaves the fucker behind on the seat, there will be some legend-making, extreme finger-wagging in that women’s room. (Remember when I use to write about shanking people. I am so reformed.)

Anyway, I’m mildly content. I even got a shiny new RED campaign iPod as a team gift. They were dispensed at a work party I arranged before heading off to Rat Year Celebrations in Asia. Mine’s a bit late but still playable. I loaded it up Linux style on the Asus ‘puter, just because I can. Red and open source. How communistic.

I think some electric scootering videos will have to be created. Now that the weekend is upon us, I think I shall endeavor to create.

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