A mish mash of sorts, just to clear my head.
So, my intern started this week. A nice girl, a very quiet girl. A girl who over-stated (by a city mile, people) her computer skillz/knowledge. It's going to be a looooong 10 weeks.
People, please, tell your children - they aren't doing anyone any good by lying on their resume. I'm going to have to develop the patience of a saint. Today, I just want to beat her with my crutch.
It's 96 here in Chicago. I will not complain about this. I hate snow, and ice, and winter and blizzards. I can tolerate 80 at 7am. I work in a/c. I live in a/c. I have cold water, and movie theaters, and frozen fruit. I also have cold beer. Cold New Glarus beer. The people that are complaining about the heat? I want to beat them with my crutch. Seriously - if you hate the weather here all the time? Then get the fuck out. We don't want your kind anyway.
The people that do not let me sit on a bench, on the train, or on the bus? I want to beat them with my crutch.
The guy who is causing me stress regarding home improvement 2011 I want to beat with my crutch. This story is still developing -stay tuned.
The "wildings" or "flash mobs" who are attacking people in the neighborhood that I work in. A) Not cool beating people up for the fuck of it B) Not cool tarnishing the term "flash mob". I still want to do a flash mob - a fun one, involving dancing or singing or some such thing - and now that'll be all messed up thanks to them. I want to beat them with my crutch, soundly, for every person they've beat up in recent days/weeks.
The stars of Hangover II I want to beat with my crutch, and I haven't even seen it. I have no desire to see it. Over Kill.
The makers of Plants vs Zombies I want to beat with my crutch. And the zombies in the game that I cannot defeat in level 5-3. Love to hate you, PvsZ.
I feel better now.