I’m waiting for the elevator to begin my work day. On my way to the elevator lobby I notice the strong smell of citrus cleaner which means that the janitor on duty is either hard at work has just finished cleaning up a fine mess some moron has left.
I am right, and I notice that this man is on his knees, toiling away at some scuff marks on the tile. So, naturally I go around him and leave to his job. Far be it for me to bother someone in the middle of working hard. I continue my wait for the elevator.
Enter another person ready to begin her day at the office. An older women looking like any other generally cranky lady. It astounds me that at this hour some people manage to be condescending without even trying.
She looks down at the gentleman (I say gentleman because even though he is on hands and knees, he sees her and smiles good morning).
I know what’s coming.
Hag: Tough job…
Janitor: ::smiles:: Someone’s gotta do it though
Hag: Well, I’m sorry its you but I’m glad it isn’t me ::smiles::
At this point my eyes shoot open at my janitor friend and he has this blank look on his face. It says a lot this look. It says mostly that “I’m thinking of filling your ears with some of this citrus smelling goodness till your eyes fall out of our face”
I don’t blame him.
I snicker, but when she turns to me I am looking right at her with the most incredulous look I can muster and she at the very least has the decency to blush.
The elevator door opens, and I tell her ladies first. She enters, and holds the door for me but I tell her I think I’ll wait for the next one.
The last thing she hears is me saying how much I think some people are just assholes.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Monday, January 08, 2007
Take My Birthday And Shove It
So what if I don’t like to celebrate my birthday?
Who cares?
I'm not telling you not to celebrate yours. I'm not shitting on your "day" am I? So don’t shit on
mine.
I know this one queer, who thinks that just because its his birthday, he can do and ask whatever
the fuck he wants.
"I love my birthday. I can do whatever the fuck I want." -Some Queer.
See?
That’s lame to me.
Who the fuck are you that this one day is special, and I have to suddenly lick your balls? How’s about you kiss my ass and we call it even?
So, every year my birthday comes around, and every year I tell people in my life that I don’t want to do anything. I know what your thinking Asswipe.
I do.
"Oh, you're one of THOSE. You're the type that says he doesn’t want to do anything, and then is all mad that no one even said Happy Birthday to you huh?" -Some Asswipe
No you dick.
If you wish me happy birthday I will return this with a solid and honest "Thank you". I appreciate that you took the time to say something like this. You didn’t have to at all. You also didn’t have to get me a card, or give me anything but you did and it means a lot to me.
BUT! I don’t expect it, nor do I really want it. Is there something wrong with that? I don’t walk around every year with a rain cloud over my head, I don’t get all bitchy and I don’t make your life miserable so I have someone to be miserable with.
I just like to be left alone.
That’s it.
I am happy when I am alone.
I enjoy the silence. I enjoy being able to sit and think. Just think. Look at my life; look at how far I have come. I am still alive, and have an amazing little girl, I own an Xbox 360. Hell, all is right with the world.
No, its not.
Because for some reason people insist that how I spend my birthday is fucking lame. Well, fuck you too.
I ask for the same thing every year.
"What do you want for your birthday" -Friend/Family
"Nothing really, but a video game would be cool or just a gift card to get one." -Me.
THAT’S ALL FOLKS!
How easy is that? I either want something I will use and enjoy for some number of months or get this…
FUCKING YEARS (an example is I bought a copy of a little game called Halo 2 well over a year ago, and because of the wonders of the internet I play it at least once a week. I’d say I’ve been enjoying that little gem and getting my money back for it wouldn’t you?)
Or a gift card, by asking for this gift card, it’s like saying...
"Hell, a few bucks toward something that interests me would be great, and you don’t even have to waste your time on me. This way, I get what I want, and you get to go back to your life and have a good time!” -Me Again.
I can only think of a couple of reasons why one would have the nerve to say that this is lame.
1-You are one of these people who have always been babied on your birthday, and the people in your life have also made it a point to bitch and point out that "It’s my birthday so I get what I want".
2-My saying that I don’t really care for birthdays must really bother you and make you think that I don’t care about yours either which, to be honest, is just not the case.
3-You are retarded.
Maybe it’s because I grew up poor. I grew up with so little cash that by the time I was 10 I knew not to make a big deal about my birthday.
My mother suffered a freaking tumor in her back by this time; my sister was running around fucking up the world at the tender age of 13. My parents were split. I was bouncing between Mom and Dad. We were moving twice a year and I had no friends. I learned that the little things that I got were a blessing. I learned to be grateful even if I had nothing because some people have even less than that. I had my family (or what was left of it) and that’s something to be happy about. The rest is trivial. No one ever told me all of this; I found this all out along the way.
How is there something wrong with that?
Who cares?
I'm not telling you not to celebrate yours. I'm not shitting on your "day" am I? So don’t shit on
mine.
I know this one queer, who thinks that just because its his birthday, he can do and ask whatever
the fuck he wants.
"I love my birthday. I can do whatever the fuck I want." -Some Queer.
See?
That’s lame to me.
Who the fuck are you that this one day is special, and I have to suddenly lick your balls? How’s about you kiss my ass and we call it even?
So, every year my birthday comes around, and every year I tell people in my life that I don’t want to do anything. I know what your thinking Asswipe.
I do.
"Oh, you're one of THOSE. You're the type that says he doesn’t want to do anything, and then is all mad that no one even said Happy Birthday to you huh?" -Some Asswipe
No you dick.
If you wish me happy birthday I will return this with a solid and honest "Thank you". I appreciate that you took the time to say something like this. You didn’t have to at all. You also didn’t have to get me a card, or give me anything but you did and it means a lot to me.
BUT! I don’t expect it, nor do I really want it. Is there something wrong with that? I don’t walk around every year with a rain cloud over my head, I don’t get all bitchy and I don’t make your life miserable so I have someone to be miserable with.
I just like to be left alone.
That’s it.
I am happy when I am alone.
I enjoy the silence. I enjoy being able to sit and think. Just think. Look at my life; look at how far I have come. I am still alive, and have an amazing little girl, I own an Xbox 360. Hell, all is right with the world.
No, its not.
Because for some reason people insist that how I spend my birthday is fucking lame. Well, fuck you too.
I ask for the same thing every year.
"What do you want for your birthday" -Friend/Family
"Nothing really, but a video game would be cool or just a gift card to get one." -Me.
THAT’S ALL FOLKS!
How easy is that? I either want something I will use and enjoy for some number of months or get this…
FUCKING YEARS (an example is I bought a copy of a little game called Halo 2 well over a year ago, and because of the wonders of the internet I play it at least once a week. I’d say I’ve been enjoying that little gem and getting my money back for it wouldn’t you?)
Or a gift card, by asking for this gift card, it’s like saying...
"Hell, a few bucks toward something that interests me would be great, and you don’t even have to waste your time on me. This way, I get what I want, and you get to go back to your life and have a good time!” -Me Again.
I can only think of a couple of reasons why one would have the nerve to say that this is lame.
1-You are one of these people who have always been babied on your birthday, and the people in your life have also made it a point to bitch and point out that "It’s my birthday so I get what I want".
2-My saying that I don’t really care for birthdays must really bother you and make you think that I don’t care about yours either which, to be honest, is just not the case.
3-You are retarded.
Maybe it’s because I grew up poor. I grew up with so little cash that by the time I was 10 I knew not to make a big deal about my birthday.
My mother suffered a freaking tumor in her back by this time; my sister was running around fucking up the world at the tender age of 13. My parents were split. I was bouncing between Mom and Dad. We were moving twice a year and I had no friends. I learned that the little things that I got were a blessing. I learned to be grateful even if I had nothing because some people have even less than that. I had my family (or what was left of it) and that’s something to be happy about. The rest is trivial. No one ever told me all of this; I found this all out along the way.
How is there something wrong with that?
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