Hey....have a good one...

Hey! How come when I sign in to this goddam blog I have to type all the same shit I always have to type? It asks you to check the box that says "remember me". Well, all I can say is that this fucking machine might be pretty smart but it sure as hell can't remember me. Not that it would want to. I'm a non-rememberable sort of person.

Ever come to work in the morning and you're just, well, pissed? I mean, you know, just generally pissed off. I mean geezus fuck, ya had to get up and leave your dreams, the nicest part of your day really. Get up and stand in water, dry off, put on something that pissed you off because it's not what you wanted to buy but you didn't have the money and now on top of everything else it makes you look like the truly fat fuck that you have become. So, you amble in and drop your shit on your desk and try to muster the courage to get some coffee. Which generally means that you-will-have-to-face-someone-and-talk-to-them. Ugh! Fuck you. Go away. (but I smile and report dutifully that why, yes, I had a great weekend too)

You make it back to your pen luckily without being noticed. so far so good. Enter the "morning person". God fucking damn, these people should all be shot. Just fucking shot. Argh! Another long, slow sip of coffee and a glaring blood-shot stare across the rim of the cup that tries to send a message "I have a shiv and I am going to shove it into your ribs in two fucking seconds". Nope. the morning person doesn't see this. too many honey bees, birds and flowers flying around them to notice. "Hey, good morning!. Want to hear something funny?"

You finally break the crust of mold around your vocal chords and ask, "Did you see a sign on my wall that said that I wanted to hear something funny?'

"What?" a puzzled half-frown smiling look.

"I said did -you - see - a - fucking - sign - that - said - I - want - to - hear - something - funny?"

"Uh, no."

"Well, that's because there is no sign that says I want to hear something funny!"

They walk away shaking their head and you chortle into the caffeine.

Then there's the ol' "Have a good one." comment. I love those. Have a good what? Have a good jump off the Aurora Bridge? How the hell did they know I was considering that earlier? And why stop at one? How about "Have a good two? or three?

Just leave me alone. I have to get this fucking article written about the Optomist Club's annual picnic last week.

It's always something............