tales of the work place:
I said something about death or doom or lost love, as is my usual, and she said yes kill me. I gave it a second consideration, and said we might be able to fit her in next week, she seemed eager. i said, well we'd have to check the schedule, she said, really can you fit me in... eye contact, she's serious.... she is really in need of some death, i say, well, we were booked up until the middle of next month... well, can you fit me in, i could really use some.... maybe $50 under the table i'll see what i can do ... that can be ... arranged...
making offhand bad jokes with seriously depressed individuals, maybe not such a good idea. maybe just the kinda situation i fnid myself in all the time. and really who am i to judge, i've had my heart ripped out, stomped on, slapped on to the shit grinder... i know how bad it can feel... so she wants death over the suffering, sure it's easier, not me to judge..... but damn. what a way to go, bargaining on a double digit scale, haggling for a spot on the schedule....
anyhoo... what else, hmm nothing but the old fun of the mill, feeling great, stressed, horny, lonely, fucked up, marginally brilliant, totally underwhelming, long lost, dirty, and ironic. you know the usual. yeah that's the usual for me... how about you?
I said something about death or doom or lost love, as is my usual, and she said yes kill me. I gave it a second consideration, and said we might be able to fit her in next week, she seemed eager. i said, well we'd have to check the schedule, she said, really can you fit me in... eye contact, she's serious.... she is really in need of some death, i say, well, we were booked up until the middle of next month... well, can you fit me in, i could really use some.... maybe $50 under the table i'll see what i can do ... that can be ... arranged...
making offhand bad jokes with seriously depressed individuals, maybe not such a good idea. maybe just the kinda situation i fnid myself in all the time. and really who am i to judge, i've had my heart ripped out, stomped on, slapped on to the shit grinder... i know how bad it can feel... so she wants death over the suffering, sure it's easier, not me to judge..... but damn. what a way to go, bargaining on a double digit scale, haggling for a spot on the schedule....
anyhoo... what else, hmm nothing but the old fun of the mill, feeling great, stressed, horny, lonely, fucked up, marginally brilliant, totally underwhelming, long lost, dirty, and ironic. you know the usual. yeah that's the usual for me... how about you?
Indeed, seriously depressed and jokes....eeeek.
~cheers