Couple stories for ya.
STORY 1:
Me and the HamChuck went an got ourselves all REVOLUTION-IZED. First we smack-talked our way through 1776 putt-putt (and tied! dammit!), then we watched the last of the Star Wars movies, SW: Revenge of the FANSERVICE. I know I'm not alone (neener was there to giggle alongside my forehead slapping) when I say that movie was PRETTY and TERR-I-BLE all at the same time. The Bad: Acting, Dialogue, Story. The Good: EFX and battle scenes. JarJar Award: The stupid Lizard sound, tied with Fat Palpatine.
Browse more of my weekend here.
STORY DEUCE:
Today a new recruit class was processed at work, which includes every n00b being measured for uniforms. I had my trusty camera (with monopod) and was videotaping this portion when one of the C.O.s noticed a necklace on the guy he was measuring. He asked him, "Is that a religious medal?" because the COs, like inmates, are only allowed to wear religious medals in facilities. The guy, a pale dude with multiple small tattoos lining his forearms answers in the creepiest, softest voice: "Nah, I got it off a dead girl."
I was having a good day. Work was fun, recruits are fun to watch. THis guy ruined it all by uttering those words. An unsettling fear/anger filled my gut. The other three COs must've had the same reaction, because for a moment, neither of them moved or said anything. Then the CO with the measuring tape breaks the silence with: "So, is it a MEDAL? Because it needs to be a religious MEDAL." He sounded angry. The creepy recruit, with a slow yet innocent look, responds: "It's spiritual. I got it off a dead thirteen year-old girl."
This made me more angry. Why did he have to tell us she was thirteen? Couldn't he have made something up, like I'm A Big Fat Idiot or This Is My Kids'?? I really hope they fire this guy, and not because he wears bead necklaces that came from 13 year-old dead people, but because his manner of communication was such that anybody could draw stupid conclusions from his words. Why the devil did he tell us that??
Me and the HamChuck went an got ourselves all REVOLUTION-IZED. First we smack-talked our way through 1776 putt-putt (and tied! dammit!), then we watched the last of the Star Wars movies, SW: Revenge of the FANSERVICE. I know I'm not alone (neener was there to giggle alongside my forehead slapping) when I say that movie was PRETTY and TERR-I-BLE all at the same time. The Bad: Acting, Dialogue, Story. The Good: EFX and battle scenes. JarJar Award: The stupid Lizard sound, tied with Fat Palpatine.
Browse more of my weekend here.
STORY DEUCE:
Today a new recruit class was processed at work, which includes every n00b being measured for uniforms. I had my trusty camera (with monopod) and was videotaping this portion when one of the C.O.s noticed a necklace on the guy he was measuring. He asked him, "Is that a religious medal?" because the COs, like inmates, are only allowed to wear religious medals in facilities. The guy, a pale dude with multiple small tattoos lining his forearms answers in the creepiest, softest voice: "Nah, I got it off a dead girl."
I was having a good day. Work was fun, recruits are fun to watch. THis guy ruined it all by uttering those words. An unsettling fear/anger filled my gut. The other three COs must've had the same reaction, because for a moment, neither of them moved or said anything. Then the CO with the measuring tape breaks the silence with: "So, is it a MEDAL? Because it needs to be a religious MEDAL." He sounded angry. The creepy recruit, with a slow yet innocent look, responds: "It's spiritual. I got it off a dead thirteen year-old girl."
This made me more angry. Why did he have to tell us she was thirteen? Couldn't he have made something up, like I'm A Big Fat Idiot or This Is My Kids'?? I really hope they fire this guy, and not because he wears bead necklaces that came from 13 year-old dead people, but because his manner of communication was such that anybody could draw stupid conclusions from his words. Why the devil did he tell us that??
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