I need an attitude adjustment...or a lobotomy and some pretty sparkling lights.
A few things have happened at my place of employment the last few days that have set my mind firmly in a dumbfounded purgatory and my jaw in a permanently open "what-the-fuck-was-that" position.
Here's the best way that I can explain it:
Remember that part in Old Yeller where Travis takes Old Yeller out back, places the double barrel on Yeller's forehead, slips on a banana peel, does a backward somersault onto the world's biggest Whoopee Cushion, blows his own head off and takes out Old Yeller with the same shot, only to be discovered a few hours later by a clown that speaks only with a bicycle horn?
That's what working here today is like. Laugh? Cry? Watch in abject horror? Shit myself and then have a sandwich? I just don't know which to do first.
Posted via email from Christopher Stuck on Posterous