2002-01-11~~11:55 a.m.
Foggy Days are Here Again
So on my walk to work this morning (a total of four blocks) the following happened in about a 15 second time span: I was dripped on significantly by the fog-saturated trees, almost run over by a Hummer (really! In midtown Sac! Who knew?) and nearly stepped on a black condom poking it's head (so to speak) out of it's wrapping. Don't know if it was used or not, but still. Whew. Too much to handle so early in the morning. I should've known based on the above-mentioned occurrences, that it might not be a GREAT day, but I was still surprised to find that I, two days after the fact, still harbor significant resentment for Dad Butt/Pastel Man for his comments regarding my writing skills this past Wednesday. I will not go into that again, but I WILL say that another annoying habit he has is being nice and acting all interested in people on the phone and their lives. It's really quite irritating to listen to, and as my desk is right next to his office, I have the good fortune to listen to him often. It is just plain kiss-ass and I hate that. Especially when I know that he probably doesn't really give a damn. What's even more annoying is that not only does he not give a damn, but he's kissing ass unlike most kiss-asses. You know how a lot of "That Guys" (i.e. the guy in class in the front row middle seat who gets to class 30 minutes early and tries to answer all the prof's questions and then some) kiss ass and are cheezy about it and sort of schmoozy? Well DBPM isn't like that. He's just sort of Dad Butt about it. Like, not salesman-y like you'd expect. I don't know if I'm explaining it very well. Just think of a large rock. Think what it would do if you started conversing with it and even telling it a joke or two. Then imagine the rock suddenly getting on the phone to a client and pretending to give a shit. That's pretty much it. Okay. That's enough boss-bashing for today. I should channel my energy on finding a more stimulating and lucrative job. ~~~~~ Amidst the AMA bashing yesterday, I forgot to mention the interview I saw with Halle Berry the night before. What is with her? A Golden Globe nomination? Oscar buzz? When did this all happen? Oh right. After she bared her breasts for Hollywood. Someone apparently labeled that move "acting talent." Too bad THAT memo wasn't intercepted before it was too late. I saw her about a month ago on another interview wherein she talked about the infamous breast baring episode and how much publicity it got and how surprised she was (yeah right...sooo surprising how bare breasts would ever generate ANY attention in OUR sex-obsessed society). She was talking about how hard of a decision it was to do that scene and how, in the past, she hadn't done things like that because she was worried that as a role model for young girls from Ohio (her home state) she would be viewed in a negative light. She went on to explain that now that she is more self-assured, she "realized that no matter what I choose to do, I will always be a role model for them if I stay true to myself." Huh? What kind of lame thinking is that? Yeah. I'm sure all those teen-age midwesterners who dream of fame and fortune like their idol Halle Berry (who, in their right mind....nevermind) all know what she TRULY is about and know that deep down, under the porn star, is a girl worth admiring. Whatever. So the other night, she was trying to justify her hit and run accident a few years ago by saying that she had been brain injured and didn't know at the time not to run away from the scene. Um, okay. Yeah. I bet that argument would work for the next person who uses it... As long as they are rich, beautiful and promise to flash the judge.
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