Up With People
Feeling extra-peevey today. An ambiguously cranky or flippant remark on a t-shirt (if I actually wore t-shirts with flippant remarks on them) would relieve me of the mental burden of feeling this way. Get it out into the open, like…I’m sure my grumbleberriness is a product of working in a call centre 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, listening to people’s questions and/or complaints ad nauseum. I’m starting to feel like one of those compulsive sea otters in the zoo, diving to the bottom of the tank in the same pattern all day long….but without the water. If my cubicle was five feet deep in water, the computers wouldn’t work…or the phones….Hmmm, wonder where I could find a hose and a few sea otters…
People are odd. I would say the majority of people who call seem like decent folk. But you have to wonder about certain individuals masquering as members of the human race. A fellow I spoke to on Monday claimed he sent his correspondence to us at Tampon Road. I couldn’t tell over the phone if he was serious or not…
At the same time I’ve been noticing that the intellectual vacancy rate in certain areas of the city (my bus stops, for instance) has risen to dizzying heights. A dopey spikey-haired guy at my stop yesterday evening was deliberately trying to summon all the mucous in his body and horking in messily on the sidewalk. Then he’d smirk and look around at all the really unimpressed bus-waiting folk and do it all again. About ten times in a row. He seems to find this strangely amusing. Go rent a Jerry Lewis or a Phyllis Diller video and eat fifty jars of dill pickles and throw a big blue flannel blanket over your head and release all your Hork-Demons in the privacy of your own tinfoil-littered bachelor apartment, you freak.
Ha, ha, ha. Feeling too hostile for my own good at the moment. Yes, I’m still intending to take up yoga…Or maybe I need to wipe out the mood spiders by way of a weekend punk rock concert.
Beethoven had his moods, too. Did he ever have to ride the bus?
Posted on May 14, 2002 09:52 PM