You Gotta Be F-ing Kidding Me
Ok, so my boss had been out of the office for a day and half, so I finally got to see him yesterday at 3:30 to ask for the day off. His face fell and he froze. He said that he had 7 of our company cell phones that needed to have SIMS cards put in them and overnighted to Cincinatti, but that it had to be paid on my company card and I'm the only one who can sign for it since the amex is in my name. He wanted this done today (Friday). I said no problem, I'd go to the store right then and do it. So I walked over to the nearest AT&T Mobility store, which was just around the corner. I explained what I needed and was told it'd be just a few minutes by a helpful employee who introduced himself as "Sincere". Whatever, I once worked with a Truth, so why not Sincere?
I was bored so I began playing with their display phones to pass time. One of them had newsfeed on it, so I was reading about that poor man who was shot at the Holocaust Museum. It just mind-boggles me that this kind of hatred is still so rampant. Anyway, once that story was read, I remembered I had my trashy vampire romance (not nearly as smutty as the previous one I mentioned) and read that.
An hour and 1/2 later, the phones are finally done. I pay for the services and as I'm leaving, Sincere hands me his card and says that if I ever need any other help, to give him a call. I'm totally curious as to how he spells his name and if, in fact, his name really is Sincere, so I look at the name on the card. And freeze. His last name (which I am leary to put on cyberspace) sounds like Sincere but isn't. He goes by his last name because his first name...yeah, it's Hitler. That's right. While I was reading about some anti-semite skin-head fanatic, Hitler was in the back fixing up the phones.
I never in my entire life thought I'd be able to say this, but Hitler helped me yesterday. God, even writing it makes me shudder.
I was bored so I began playing with their display phones to pass time. One of them had newsfeed on it, so I was reading about that poor man who was shot at the Holocaust Museum. It just mind-boggles me that this kind of hatred is still so rampant. Anyway, once that story was read, I remembered I had my trashy vampire romance (not nearly as smutty as the previous one I mentioned) and read that.
An hour and 1/2 later, the phones are finally done. I pay for the services and as I'm leaving, Sincere hands me his card and says that if I ever need any other help, to give him a call. I'm totally curious as to how he spells his name and if, in fact, his name really is Sincere, so I look at the name on the card. And freeze. His last name (which I am leary to put on cyberspace) sounds like Sincere but isn't. He goes by his last name because his first name...yeah, it's Hitler. That's right. While I was reading about some anti-semite skin-head fanatic, Hitler was in the back fixing up the phones.
I never in my entire life thought I'd be able to say this, but Hitler helped me yesterday. God, even writing it makes me shudder.