jake_lex

So here is a summary of my Saturday:

--The first thing that happened was that my laptop died. Well, not the whole thing, just the hard drive. I didn't lose that much data; I was kind of expecting that to happen, really, because it's been throwing up bad sectors and just generally making way too much noise and reading badly for a while, so I've been fanatic about backing up my data. (Unfortunately, I lost some porn, but hey, that's OK.) Luckily, I was smart enough to buy the extended warranty; the original expired about 2 weeks ago. So it's going in for repair on Monday.

--Something odd I saw later: a SUV with a big bumper sticker that said, simply, in big white block letters on a black background, "PRAY". I think the bumper sticker had an ominous quality that the person who put it on there probably didn't intend: why are you telling me to pray? Are you that bad a driver?

--And here's the final thing that happened. I stopped in a chicken place to bring home dinner (the wondrous Popeye's, by the way.) While there, I saw an ex-co-worker I didn't want to see. Why such a negative reaction? There's a long story there, and when I tell you, you're just going to say "Come on, you're making that up." But I am going to relate this story exactly how it happened.

This guy was not the best employee my company ever had. And he had a bad problem with absentee-ism; he called in a lot, and sometimes just didn't return from lunch. So, obviously, his boss -- and mine, since we were in the same department -- treated his excuses for being absent with skepticism. This means that he must have felt he needed proof of why he had to go home.

So on that fateful day, I was at my desk, and my boss was there with me, training me in some new procedure. The co-worker in question, Mr. Brown, comes up to us and tells my boss, "I went to a Chinese restaurant for lunch and it's really killing my stomach, and, well, I had a little problem." And then he produces his proof. He shows us that he is holding a Lean Cuisine box. He opens it to reveal...his underpants, which, apparently, are befowled. He left, and my boss and I just looked at each other with this look of utter disbelief on our faces, like we were both thinking the same thing: what kind of freak shows his boss shitty underwear?

Obviously, he got fired, and when I saw him, I knew that I just couldn't deal with talking with him. Luckily, I did avoid him. The question still remains for me, though, and I reiterate: what kind of person shows his boss shitty underwear?

Anyway, there's my day. Interesting, at least.