Ferch Blintsen on Day 16
Today was busy but not hard. Friggin' cold, though. Not so much a cakewalk as an ice cream cakewalk. But for once no one asked if it was cold enough for me so I consider myself blessed for the day.
One of the mall shops was advertising "30% of casual sweaters." Casual sweaters I got, but once I get home and check out the closet I find I don't have one single formal sweater. What if the Queen shows up and wants me to take her curling? I'll be so fucked.
One of my co-workers was collecting money for a gift for our supervisor for Christmas. There's two bucks I'll never see again. I could've bought crackers to eat on the way home and keep myself awake and not run off the road and die. Y'know, if I die, that same supervisor has to cover my route until they hire a replacement. I think my just being alive is present enough, don't you? There was a card we were supposed to sign as well. I wrote 'Ferch Blintsen' and signed my name under it. People are always writing meaningless garbage in cards, I thought I'd write something truly meaningless and let them figure it out. Something tells me they won't bother.
Harold also had another stupid joke for me, but it was a sexist joke about Senator Clinton. Just so you know, if a woman is ever elected President the penis of every man in the country is going to shrivel up and fall off. That wasn't the joke, that's just the fear that fuels pathetic jokes like that. Grow the fuck up, boys.
My gorgeous wife has temporarily changed her look. Every so often I have to do a double-take to make sure it's her. *very big grin goes here* Ladies and gentlemen . . . it's dress-up time!