There's a party in the cupboard
Hey Anna,
I'm glad to provide you with some diversion from your crappy job. I had a similar job in February, working a temp job as a receptionist for Sole Survivor Corp. in Oxnard, but I LOVED it. I got paid to surf the internet and read all day--basically what I'd be doing anyway if I was home and not working. It was like getting corporate support for my own personal crack habit.
I've been trying to remember if the Russian bums had shopping carts. Hmm. I can't recall any particular encounter with a cart-wielding bum, since they were usually asleep in some strange place when I saw them. Also, a lot of them are legless military vets who push themselves around on little trays with wheels, so carts wouldn't really be practical for them. But I can't imagine a bum population that is entirely cart-free. Hmm. Interesting.
Thank you so much for your well wishes. I really appreciate it, and so does my brain. We are currently working together to ensure a long continuation to our love-hate partnership.
danielle
Hey Anna,
I'm glad to provide you with some diversion from your crappy job. I had a similar job in February, working a temp job as a receptionist for Sole Survivor Corp. in Oxnard, but I LOVED it. I got paid to surf the internet and read all day--basically what I'd be doing anyway if I was home and not working. It was like getting corporate support for my own personal crack habit.
I've been trying to remember if the Russian bums had shopping carts. Hmm. I can't recall any particular encounter with a cart-wielding bum, since they were usually asleep in some strange place when I saw them. Also, a lot of them are legless military vets who push themselves around on little trays with wheels, so carts wouldn't really be practical for them. But I can't imagine a bum population that is entirely cart-free. Hmm. Interesting.
Thank you so much for your well wishes. I really appreciate it, and so does my brain. We are currently working together to ensure a long continuation to our love-hate partnership.
danielle
Hi Danielle, I'm a completely bored employee of a large corporation in Los Angeles. I sometimes do absolutely nothing all day long... but reading your blog helps me pass the time and is quite entertaining. I know that it is in odd order to comment here about your brain, but please take good care of it and feel better soon.
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot why I clicked on the Got something to say link... BUMS. Did the filthy sprawing bums by any chance have shopping carts like here in LA? If not, was there some other uniting item they carried? I ask this because I have this theory that shopping carts have some special power to turn borderline individuals into bums. It just may be that a person on the fringe walking down the street could suddenly be enticed by a Ralph's shopping cart, overcome with a need to grab onto it and never go home again. They'd become obsessed with filling the cart with junk and pushing it around. The theory also includes the scenario that the longer they're in contact with the cart the stranger they get like, talking to themselves or hurling expletives at passers-by. Now when I see a really broken down wreck pushing a shopping cart I try to estimate how long the cart has been exerting its poisonous magic over them.
Did I tell you I spend hours each day being paid to be bored? Yeah well, in the the quiet of my office my mind wanders... kinda obvious. sigh. Get well Danielle.
Anna
Hi Danielle, I'm a completely bored employee of a large corporation in Los Angeles. I sometimes do absolutely nothing all day long... but reading your blog helps me pass the time and is quite entertaining. I know that it is in odd order to comment here about your brain, but please take good care of it and feel better soon.
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot why I clicked on the Got something to say link... BUMS. Did the filthy sprawing bums by any chance have shopping carts like here in LA? If not, was there some other uniting item they carried? I ask this because I have this theory that shopping carts have some special power to turn borderline individuals into bums. It just may be that a person on the fringe walking down the street could suddenly be enticed by a Ralph's shopping cart, overcome with a need to grab onto it and never go home again. They'd become obsessed with filling the cart with junk and pushing it around. The theory also includes the scenario that the longer they're in contact with the cart the stranger they get like, talking to themselves or hurling expletives at passers-by. Now when I see a really broken down wreck pushing a shopping cart I try to estimate how long the cart has been exerting its poisonous magic over them.
Did I tell you I spend hours each day being paid to be bored? Yeah well, in the the quiet of my office my mind wanders... kinda obvious. sigh. Get well Danielle.
Anna
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