reflections on yesterday...
i like spaghettio's. i like creamed spinach. would i like the two together? why yes, it turns out i would. a lot, in fact.
and laundry. yet another reflection on fucking laundry. just for the record, the double loader does NOT end at the same time as a single loader. and while i can bake my laundry for a half hour, my towels will never, ever be fully dry. i swear they're fucking with me. AND, since i last laundered there, the dry went from 8 minutes for $.25 to 7 minutes. no sign. no warning. nothing. just wetter-than-usual towels and the weird chick yelling about how she wants to go home and to hurry back, bla bla bla. hurry this, sweetheart.
i had my internal move interview with big brother yesterday. i interviewed with pedro from napoleon dynamite. everything, everyfuckingthing, about him was pedro. i didn't get it at first, but when i realized of whom he reminded me, i giggled a little bit, just as he's asking me, 'eef i were to call your boss and asked heem what your weakness was, what woood he say?' i'm all thinking, 'i don't know what they do down in WAR-rez, pedro, but up here we have a little something called self-respect.' he actually asked me if i understood the question.... little hr types, so anal. so sell outs. so sad.... and i'm sure she was family, so i'm on the other side of the table making peering eye contact and looking at his chest from time to time just to trip him up. he, in turn, was avoiding eye contact and shifting around a lot. it's fun to be with repressed homosexuals during job interviews. when did i become a pervert?
and laundry. yet another reflection on fucking laundry. just for the record, the double loader does NOT end at the same time as a single loader. and while i can bake my laundry for a half hour, my towels will never, ever be fully dry. i swear they're fucking with me. AND, since i last laundered there, the dry went from 8 minutes for $.25 to 7 minutes. no sign. no warning. nothing. just wetter-than-usual towels and the weird chick yelling about how she wants to go home and to hurry back, bla bla bla. hurry this, sweetheart.
i had my internal move interview with big brother yesterday. i interviewed with pedro from napoleon dynamite. everything, everyfuckingthing, about him was pedro. i didn't get it at first, but when i realized of whom he reminded me, i giggled a little bit, just as he's asking me, 'eef i were to call your boss and asked heem what your weakness was, what woood he say?' i'm all thinking, 'i don't know what they do down in WAR-rez, pedro, but up here we have a little something called self-respect.' he actually asked me if i understood the question.... little hr types, so anal. so sell outs. so sad.... and i'm sure she was family, so i'm on the other side of the table making peering eye contact and looking at his chest from time to time just to trip him up. he, in turn, was avoiding eye contact and shifting around a lot. it's fun to be with repressed homosexuals during job interviews. when did i become a pervert?
posted by tom at 7:53 AM
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