Thoughts
McDonalds is my favorite place to go. You never know what you will see. Now I don’t have anything against gay men but damn how far is too far. I seen a brother today he was all the way out there. The brother had on some red suede slip on shoes, a red blouse some tight jeans with sequence on the back, patent leather alligator style jacked with a purse to match.
I can tell it is winter time. If I lived in the building where I work my night job out and was only allowed to come out when there wasn’t anyone there and could not look out the windows I would still know when the first real cold spell hit. You ask how I know this. It is simple there is a coffee stain every couple of feet. I have never seen people waste coffee as much as these people do. It is on the floor on the doors, on the walls especially by the elevator buttons, on the bathroom counter and most of all on the side of the desk. I don’t know why people like to play basketball with their trash can and half a cup of coffee.
There is something wrong with the heat in my office. It was cold as hell this morning when I came in. I looked at the thermostat and it read 60. I figured there wasn’t a need to take my hat off until it warmed up a bit. So I walked around half the morning wearing a skull cap in protest of my icebox of an office.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. My fiancé has to work the graveyard shift this month. This is the pits because it means I have to get the kids up and ready for school every morning. It is not fun getting a 7 year old and a 4 year old up at six in the morning. It usually takes a couple of trips to the bed and a yanking off of the covers to get my daughter up. My son is a different story. Getting him up means picking him up out of the bed dressing him fully and then waking him up to brush his teeth and wash his face. He has the nerves to complain about what he has to wear to school on some mornings. I went back to the old days of ironing everything up on Sunday night while watching television. So everyone has all of their clothes for the week hanging up in the closet ready to put on.
I can tell it is winter time. If I lived in the building where I work my night job out and was only allowed to come out when there wasn’t anyone there and could not look out the windows I would still know when the first real cold spell hit. You ask how I know this. It is simple there is a coffee stain every couple of feet. I have never seen people waste coffee as much as these people do. It is on the floor on the doors, on the walls especially by the elevator buttons, on the bathroom counter and most of all on the side of the desk. I don’t know why people like to play basketball with their trash can and half a cup of coffee.
There is something wrong with the heat in my office. It was cold as hell this morning when I came in. I looked at the thermostat and it read 60. I figured there wasn’t a need to take my hat off until it warmed up a bit. So I walked around half the morning wearing a skull cap in protest of my icebox of an office.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. My fiancé has to work the graveyard shift this month. This is the pits because it means I have to get the kids up and ready for school every morning. It is not fun getting a 7 year old and a 4 year old up at six in the morning. It usually takes a couple of trips to the bed and a yanking off of the covers to get my daughter up. My son is a different story. Getting him up means picking him up out of the bed dressing him fully and then waking him up to brush his teeth and wash his face. He has the nerves to complain about what he has to wear to school on some mornings. I went back to the old days of ironing everything up on Sunday night while watching television. So everyone has all of their clothes for the week hanging up in the closet ready to put on.
posted by mrcrazyone @ 2:02 PM
1 Comments:
At December 15, 2004 at 6:22 AM,
melyssa said…
hmm ... i remember when i was dedicated enough to get all of my stuff ready for the week. i guess i need to get back in the habit of that for when i have children.
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