adenwilliam

try to read this fast.....thats the way i invision it to be read.


My car stalls at a drive thru. I under estimate how cold it is. It is April, isn't it? A woman at work tells me that she is taking a cruise to Alaska. Somehow she thinks that I care. I tell her to watch out for glaciers and icebergs. She looks at me with disgust. I tell her not to worry because if we continue to pollute that air like we are global warming will get worse and will melt the glaciers and icebergs and over flow the oceans and we will only have to worry about how to get all the coastal states out from underwater. She doesn't seem amused and her face doesn't change a bit. Too bad. I take phone calls at work. They are all the same voice, voicing the same problem. "where's my package!" "Easter is close!" I want to tell them that I don't give a fuck about Austin's Easter gifts. But I don't. I do the next best thing. I lie to her and tell her that she will get her package tomorrow. Someone calls to tell me that she just loves are American flag tote bags. I fall asleep......My eyes open and there is another woman on the other end of the phone. I ask her for her name, address and phone number. She refuses to give me her phone number because she feels it may not be safe. I tell her that it is completely irrational to feel comfortable giving me her address and credit card number, but that she lives in constant paralyzing fear that a telemarketer may call her once I sell her phone number on some underground black market. She hangs up. I am very tired so I go into the break room and fall asleep. The dream was good and the details are fuzzy but it did involve a girl I am crushing on. I wake up and feel guilty. I smell an old man eating shrimp flavored ramen noodles and I want to throw up. My day drones on in the same fashion. Miserable people call and make me miserable. I finish a book. Another woman calls and has an orgasm when she gives me her credit card number and she hangs up and I feel used. Something reminds me of the parking ticket I have yet to pay. The woman that sit next to me has a book of half done crossword puzzles so I take it and finish them all and leave a note that says hurry up. There is a woman that works here. I am not sure what she does. One thing I now she does is flirt with me every time I see her. She asks me to meet her after work and I have to decline. She is twice my age and looks like
Kelly Rowland of Destiny's child. I get in an argument with a woman from Kentucky about the difference between a zip code and an area code. She feel that they are the same thing. Clearly she is wrong but she wins the arguement cause I don't care enough to go on. So there is a package going to zip code (270). A friend tells me that he is starting the "weight watchers"
program. First I feel bad cause I think diet programs are sad support group. Then I want to smack him because thinking about comsuming food on a point scale is giving me a head ache. what a crock of shit. crock of shit= 21 points. did all of this happen in a span of and shit filled 8 hour work day or am I still dreaming.