Don't know if I'll keep this journal...
I have come to the stark realization that my journal contains only the most boring parts of my life. I hardly ever write down anything funny or interesting anymore. I will either delete this journal or try to make it worthwhile.
A couple of things happened this week that make me smile when I think back on them. I am normally very polite, considerate and act like a gentleman. Once I have this image established for myself, it makes the shocking things that come out of my mouth appear even more foul.
Yesterday, while I was at the bathroom at work, the fire alarm went off on the other side of the building. It was a false alarm. When I came back into the work area, a co-worker asked, “Was that the fire alarm I heard while you were in the bathroom?”
“Yeah, I had to go really bad”, I said. Then I smiled and pinched my nose shut and kept walking.
Also this week, the lady that is always looking for another job thought she found a good one. The job was for a technician to administer breathalyzer tests on suspected drunk drivers.
“I could do that!” said NC.
“Can you handle drunk people?” I asked.
“Sure I can”.
“What if they throw up?”
“Oh, I didn’t think of that”, she acknowledged.
“You wanna come home with stains in your clothes?” I asked.
“Oh, shut up! I don’t want to hear anymore!”
I stood up, leaned over the low partition between our cubicles and whispered, “Will your husband enjoy seeing you with Sloppy Joe in your hair?”
“That’s it. Don’t tell me anymore!” She was laughing, but her arms were folded tightly across her chest.
“Just trying to help you out, you know”.
“Yeah, thanks Ruben. I appreciate it”.
A couple of things happened this week that make me smile when I think back on them. I am normally very polite, considerate and act like a gentleman. Once I have this image established for myself, it makes the shocking things that come out of my mouth appear even more foul.
Yesterday, while I was at the bathroom at work, the fire alarm went off on the other side of the building. It was a false alarm. When I came back into the work area, a co-worker asked, “Was that the fire alarm I heard while you were in the bathroom?”
“Yeah, I had to go really bad”, I said. Then I smiled and pinched my nose shut and kept walking.
Also this week, the lady that is always looking for another job thought she found a good one. The job was for a technician to administer breathalyzer tests on suspected drunk drivers.
“I could do that!” said NC.
“Can you handle drunk people?” I asked.
“Sure I can”.
“What if they throw up?”
“Oh, I didn’t think of that”, she acknowledged.
“You wanna come home with stains in your clothes?” I asked.
“Oh, shut up! I don’t want to hear anymore!”
I stood up, leaned over the low partition between our cubicles and whispered, “Will your husband enjoy seeing you with Sloppy Joe in your hair?”
“That’s it. Don’t tell me anymore!” She was laughing, but her arms were folded tightly across her chest.
“Just trying to help you out, you know”.
“Yeah, thanks Ruben. I appreciate it”.