The Old Straw and Camel

I had a pretty good Saturday (my Saturday, your Thursday). I took a job test for King county that ended up being like Big Book of Brain Teasers; silly and annoying. Then I hiked up to First Hill and had my MRI for my left knee, which I don't even know if I wanna get fixed at this point.

When I finished the MRI, I gimped back down Seneca on sore, tired feet and admired the view of water, clouds flitting over skyscrapers, all that. While standing near 4th and Madison, a homeless guy wearing a shower cap over his cowboy hat said his invisible friend told him "That building over yonder is set to fall any day now." I took his sage advice and crossed to the other side of the street.

When I got home, I made the mistake of answering my phone. We have a new Ass Manager at McJob and, frankly, she's about as much fun as a vegan at an all-you-can-eat barbeque. And I am being polite. To her, the whole world is a petulant child that must be screamed at every half hour. The conversation went something like this:

"WHAT?!!! YOU CAN'T GO TO THE BLAH-BLAH MEETING TOMORROW?!!! BLAH! OH GOD, I WILL SHIT AND DIE. YOU SIMPLY HAVE TO! LIVES DEPEND ON IT!!!"

"What's the meeting for?" I asked.

"SO WE CAN GET OUR XYZ CERT. FOR BLAH-BLAH SHIPPING PACKAGES!!!"

I said: "Well that's up there with toddlers needing kidney transplants and the situation in Bosnia. Shit, I'll get right on it, BOSS!"

Then she said, "YOU CAN NOT MISS THE BLAH-BLAH. YOU HAVE TO GO. OUR BLAH-BLAH CP30 SPEC HAS TO BE MET OR I WILL SHIT AND DIE!!! BLAH, BLAH!"

So I re-arranged my weekend, cancelled five things I had planned for tomorrow -- including a date and a job search -- so I can "catch a ride with someone" who's driving to another store in North Butt Fuck Egypt for the BLAH BLAH MEETING.

And right after that, I thought: Hmmm, it's time to say my goodbyes.

-- Mz M.