have you ever had to work with someone you just wanted to walk away from every time they opened their mouth?
wait, let me back up. in addition to my building big houses gig, i work in a restaurant called cafe amstedam, a few nights a week. why? i love cooking. i love restaurants. eating in the right place can be an experience that hits every one of the 5 senses, and when given the opportunity to work in my favorite restaurant in town i took it.
it's my 4 hours of zen 3 nights a week. i don't deal with people, i get to learn about new kinds of food, and i get a free meal, with beer when i'm done. it was perfect.
then this guy ian started working there. he talks politics constantly, he writes for some local weekly paper, and is constantly asking me fucked up questions. it's like being interviewed by an activist all night long. after 8 hours of the other job, i don't want deal with him, and it's funny if he was at my other job i'd tell him to shut the fuck up. but i can't do that in a restaurant, i'd hurt his change the world feelings, and blow what's left of my fun, relaxing side job action.
i don't need someone telling me how fucked up this country, and it's leaders are. i know, i fucking live here, and i don't have my head up my ass.
i'm going to go lay on the floor with my big black dog, and picture ian falling down in various different ways... through trap doors, down stairs, with polar bears at the bottom, hmmm, maybe at the running of the bulls in spain, right at the begining, so he gets gored as many times as possible.
i'll never get my zen master marit badge thinking like this.
wait, let me back up. in addition to my building big houses gig, i work in a restaurant called cafe amstedam, a few nights a week. why? i love cooking. i love restaurants. eating in the right place can be an experience that hits every one of the 5 senses, and when given the opportunity to work in my favorite restaurant in town i took it.
it's my 4 hours of zen 3 nights a week. i don't deal with people, i get to learn about new kinds of food, and i get a free meal, with beer when i'm done. it was perfect.
then this guy ian started working there. he talks politics constantly, he writes for some local weekly paper, and is constantly asking me fucked up questions. it's like being interviewed by an activist all night long. after 8 hours of the other job, i don't want deal with him, and it's funny if he was at my other job i'd tell him to shut the fuck up. but i can't do that in a restaurant, i'd hurt his change the world feelings, and blow what's left of my fun, relaxing side job action.
i don't need someone telling me how fucked up this country, and it's leaders are. i know, i fucking live here, and i don't have my head up my ass.
i'm going to go lay on the floor with my big black dog, and picture ian falling down in various different ways... through trap doors, down stairs, with polar bears at the bottom, hmmm, maybe at the running of the bulls in spain, right at the begining, so he gets gored as many times as possible.
i'll never get my zen master marit badge thinking like this.
evilflapjack:
gah I've been in such a shitty mood this week and for some reason this post really cheered me up and now that I re-read it, I have no idea why. Maybe it's that your problem allows you some catharsis through bitching about it--maybe that's what I need to do --I need to bitch. Problem is I only have one person in town who I can truly bitch at and I think she's had enough. But a good way to get out of talking to those people is to look very earnestly at them and sincerely ask: "Have you invited Jesus into your heart?" That usually works for me.