You Can't Be King of the World if You're Slave to the Grind
Goddamn Skid Row owns. Did you know that Sebastian Bach was on the short list of lead singers for Velvet Revolver? According to Duff McKagan, they didn't want him because when Bach was singing, the songs kept sounding like Skid Row. I guess they forgot how totally awesome Skid Row was.
So anyway, it's Monday. Back to the grindstone. What do you do for a living, Mr. Rusty? Well kids, I work as a counselor at a rape crisis center. That probably makes you think "effeminate" or "homo" or "effeminate homo." Well believe you me I'm all man, baby. I do my own oil changes and build wood furniture in my spare time. I spit and scratch, refer to women as "dames" and "broads", and sit around watching TV with my hand down my pants. Still, it doesn't keep my father, a veteran of construction material sales, from giving me the stink eye for being in such a bed-wetting profession like social work. But it pays tha bills, as the kids say these days.
Since the area of social work I'm in is rape crisis, there aren't many men around the office. It may be a shock to you, but most women aren't comfortable confiding in a man about being assualted. However, our local stats show that about 1 in 10 prefer talking to man. Most of them seem to have what we call "daddy issues"- they want daddy (a man) to make things better. That's where I come in. We're also dealing with a lot more homosexual clients these days, and a lot of them would rather talk to a man, especially the ones that are still in the closest or who are straight and were legitimately assualted. Anyhoo, it's all brightness and sunshine for me.
Since I'm surrounded by crying upset people all day, I don't really want to discuss it here. Instead, over the next few weeks, I will be bringing you the Chronicles of Robbie. Robbie is our office manager. I shared some stories about him on one of the messageboards I post to, and most of the folks there seemed to be amused, so I thought I'd put the full versions of his stories up here. He is a very intelligent and likeable guy. However, he has few quirks, one of which is his daily consumption of 15-20 Hostess cherry pies. He resembles Rick Moranis (the Keymaster, or was it the Gatekeeper, from the movie "Ghostbusters")and my wife refers to him simply as "that strange little man." So, you've got that to look forward to.
Alright, enough BSing. I've got work to do here.
So anyway, it's Monday. Back to the grindstone. What do you do for a living, Mr. Rusty? Well kids, I work as a counselor at a rape crisis center. That probably makes you think "effeminate" or "homo" or "effeminate homo." Well believe you me I'm all man, baby. I do my own oil changes and build wood furniture in my spare time. I spit and scratch, refer to women as "dames" and "broads", and sit around watching TV with my hand down my pants. Still, it doesn't keep my father, a veteran of construction material sales, from giving me the stink eye for being in such a bed-wetting profession like social work. But it pays tha bills, as the kids say these days.
Since the area of social work I'm in is rape crisis, there aren't many men around the office. It may be a shock to you, but most women aren't comfortable confiding in a man about being assualted. However, our local stats show that about 1 in 10 prefer talking to man. Most of them seem to have what we call "daddy issues"- they want daddy (a man) to make things better. That's where I come in. We're also dealing with a lot more homosexual clients these days, and a lot of them would rather talk to a man, especially the ones that are still in the closest or who are straight and were legitimately assualted. Anyhoo, it's all brightness and sunshine for me.
Since I'm surrounded by crying upset people all day, I don't really want to discuss it here. Instead, over the next few weeks, I will be bringing you the Chronicles of Robbie. Robbie is our office manager. I shared some stories about him on one of the messageboards I post to, and most of the folks there seemed to be amused, so I thought I'd put the full versions of his stories up here. He is a very intelligent and likeable guy. However, he has few quirks, one of which is his daily consumption of 15-20 Hostess cherry pies. He resembles Rick Moranis (the Keymaster, or was it the Gatekeeper, from the movie "Ghostbusters")and my wife refers to him simply as "that strange little man." So, you've got that to look forward to.
Alright, enough BSing. I've got work to do here.