Because You're Worth It!

Work. Filing = done. Phone calls = none. Package room = organized.
Lindsay = Productive.

Today some group has rented out our clubhouse. I got solicited to go. Fortunately, I have to be at work. Right across from the clubhouse. So they gave me a flier and asked me to pop my head in with any questions.
The front of the flier reads: "Because You're Worth It!" (of course I am worth more than anything but...reading on.)
Inside, on the left, there is a small map directing people to the clubhouse that is directly across from my work.
The right side reads:

Turn your body into a fat fighting machine.

Erase years from your face.

Protect yourself from life-threatening health problems

and daily discomfort.

Come and see!

RELIV It will change your life.

Apparently this pill does goddamned everything. I want to lose weight, without exercising. I want years off my face, so that I get carded for 'R' rated movies again...(oh wait that still happens now). Fuck it, I want to look prepubescent again. So, fat fighting...check. Looking younger...check. Now, life threatening health problems and daily discomfort...if it cures a hangover it's good enough for me!

I really feel as though I am missing something important. heh. not really.

in the air, on the plane, going home

I get the Anxiety when I fly. Yesterday I was on the plane and I made a new hobby. Harrassing the man next to me, who is trying to work on his laptop, as though I have the mental capacity of a six year old.
Scene 1: (man=M me=L)
[man typing on laptop. from my seat it looks like work.]
L: whatcha doin?
M: working.
L: oh. (long pause) what do you do?
M: [some] restaurant management [thing or another]
(editor's note: I would give more direct quote but honestly I didn't care and wasn't really listening)
L: is that important?
M: to some people.
At this point, I get bored and fall asleep for roughly an hour.
[plane is landing. landing is bumpy due to rainy weather.]
L:don't you think you should put that away? [referring to laptop]
M: I have to save this first.
[man puts away laptop. pulls out tic tacs]
L: can I have a tic tac?
[man gives me tic tac.]
L: thanks.
I proceed to ignore man and stare out the window, making sure my head is blocking any view he might have. I stay this way until we land. Man lets me get out of the aisle first.

Score: Lindsay-1 Man-0
booyakasha! respeck!

'Cause you gotta have faith...

And apparently I had too much of it in the American people.

I was truly under the impression that Senator Kerry would take this presidential election. Not by a landslide or anything, but I really figured the American people would be sick of being hated by the rest of the world. Hated for a man who is blinded by his oil obession and ties to the industrialism of war. A man who, even in the face of missing WMD's, refused to even consider the possibility that he was wrong. I could go on and on, about how the world is not just black and white, about how Iraqis are people too, with lives, families, and children. And under our guise of "freeing the Iraqi people" we are destroying them. But, I won't. It just upsets me and causes unnecessary stress.

So, my fellow Americans, I welcome you to another four years of lies, deception, terror, and war. Support our troops...vote for the man who will keep them overseas. Thank you. And to you Mr. Bush. Congratulations on winning your first election.

Vote or DIE

We had the polling station in the Clubhouse at my work today. I shit you not...over 2000 people went through. I left work at 6:30 and the line was about 3 hours long.
I personally waited 2 and a half hours. It should be vote and die (of ennui while waiting in line.)
But I made my voice heard, which means if this election doesn't go MY way, I can still bitch royally over the next 4 years. No vote. No voice.

So this whole polling station at my work today. It meant no actual work got done. In the morning we had muffins and coffee...the brilliants in line waiting to vote would ask us..."is that for us?" No fuckwad. The four of us that work here are going to eat over 200 mini muffins and drink over 60 cups of coffee.

For lunch. Pizza. 20 of the suckers and we had to pass the bitches out. But during the day people were grateful. They loved us for our soda pop, and water, and the pizza. But. By 5:30 or so, when we are trying to close up the office, they are banging on our doors, demanding coffee, trail mix, anything we had left. Not to mention when we had to tell them that if they parked in our reserved parking they would be towed. That was the real crowd pleaser. In all, a good day. Now I am hopelessly addicted to CNN. In fact, I can hear them talking now. I. Must. Go. Watch.