really, don’t tell anyone i’ve written.
so yeah, i wrote a little bit last time about my new trainee/co-worker. in my haste, i forgot to mention that he’s carrying only one testicle. why he felt the need to tell me is beyond me, but now i’m stuck with that information forever. that and the fact that his favorite movie is titanic, and that celine dion is at the top of the music echelon in his world. i think that disturbs me more than anything. see, my boss keeps hiring people from that whole eastern area. nepal/iran/india etc. and no less than the last handful of soft-headed children i’ve had to mold into ruthless bastards have had the same ideas when it’s come to music/movies. they ALL love celine dion. they ALL love titanic. it’s kind of creepy. they’re obviously very starved by ways of entertainment in that part of the world. even me telling all of them that they’re listening to the same music that peoples mothers listen to here doesn’t detour them from settling in and sometimes bursting into song spontaneously. i’ve had to warn the new kid more than once that his one testicle is in danger if i have to hear any celine dion.
decided to take a little break from W.o.W., spent a lot of that time watching the Firefly box set. now that i’m done, i’m bored again. i could start reading i guess, but it had been making me sleepy, and the pre-work sleepy is a bad idea. makes getting through the day a little rough. not that i’ve been having much of days lately. i think i’ve been maxing out at close to 10 -11 hours of sleep daily. and for a person who usually does 5-6 hours of sleep a day, the doubler is throwing me off. i also seriously need to win the lottery or something, this work junk is for suckers. i understand that someone needs to teach these wet-behind-the-ears kids fresh off the boat some manners, but i may not be suited for such a job. patience of a saint? check. lobotomy required for repeating yourself eight million times a day? …..
and speaking of that. seriously. the kids from india make attempts at english, but are really pretty horrible. you can’t understand them, they can’t understand you. the nepalese kid? you couldn’t even tell he wasn’t american. seriously, he could be from cali for all anyone knew. perfect english, understands everything you say. now what bothers me is, the locations of the countries. seriously, isn’t nepal RIGHT NEXT to india? there can’t be that much of a discrepancy in education. they’re all pretty much from well-off families. the new kid was pretty surprised when i informed him that most people here don’t have servants to tend to every beck and call. and the kid from nepal’s father is pretty much at a standing right below their prime minister, and send hims thousands of dollars at every request. maybe thats why i have problems with them sometimes. children of privilege that don’t need to work, and only do so for spending money… but enough of my sounding surly and bitter.
had kind of a trying week otherwise. it all turned out fine in the end, but my car breaking down monday taxed me for a good 48 hours. luckily, after having it towed to the shop, it turned out a fairly cheap fix and i had my car back weds. i did have to wake up with Loops at the ass crack of dawn to get it though. seriously, 7am? not for humans. waking at an average time if 10:30am pretty much waxed me getting up 3.5 hours early. pretty sure i was annoying the shit out of Loops also. i was asked more than once “why are you so awake?”. i also was on the receiving end of some pretty cranky a.m. looks from my better half. i can’t help that i’m sort of a morning person. i just usually don’t require much time to gain whatever faculties i might have. i go from zero to annoying almost immediately. be warned. and speaking of being annoying, i’ve been driving Loopy crazy lately.
just some harmless fun about bowel movements. i keep insisting that she know what certain drinks do to me, if ever a doctor should ask whats wrong with me, and what drink combinations make what color combinations in my stool. for the record. the green and blue hawaiian punch do not taste wonderful. they do, however, make interesting conversation points if you ever go there. i know, very juvenile and disgusting, but hey, i don’t claim to be anything less than juvenile and disgusting.
