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(The politics I mention are not the debate, aside from the sheer volume of them I'm buried under. This is NOT the place to argue about Barack or McCain. That is here. I am defiled enough already.)
Why didn't I quit before the election? Why do I love working at the newspaper so much that I didn't call in sick today and just stay home and play video games? (Aside from needing the money GODDAMN needing the money.)
First of all, one of our precincts is turning people away for wearing shirts with American flags or military slogans on them for being "too patriotic". The reporters almost fought to the death over who got to cover that one. And some guy in the same place got arrested for wearing a McCain shirt to vote. I'm sure there had to be more to it than that, but I don't know what, I didn't have time to hear. I'm sure the nationals will be descending on it like vultures if they can't find anything better.
If one more person rails at me because I'm a racist for not voting for Obama (even though I didn't tell them I didn't vote for Obama, I make it a point not to reveal my political leanings to customers...they just sort of ran with that assumption), I'm going to throw my phone at them.
The next one who wants to talk to me for ten minutes about how Obama is going to run the country into the ground will get my monitor over the skull.
Actually, I'll be honest...I'm not going to touch them. I'm so freaking brain-tired right now from the phone literally ringing every 30 seconds with another person demanding to know where they're supposed to vote (even though we had that information in the paper for the last four days and it's on our website NONSTOP). I don't even have the energy to go get myself a piece of the Americana cake. (Yes I do, and I will in a minute.)
Then toss in the calls about people's signs being vandalized, getting run over, pamphlets getting tossed on all the cars at Wal-Mart, at least one fistfight that I know of...
And STARBUCKS. YOU HATEFUL PILE. If one more of your cranky crotchedy old popcorn farts of a customer calls me whining about that godforsaken deal you made about the free cup of coffee because you didn't bow down and lick their ass and they declared their intention to go to the media and then DID SO...actually, I forgot where this threat was going. It took me five minutes to get this far. The phone rang three times since I started it. ...four.
And you goddamn cultists, I don't care who the Antichrist is anymore! Let him come! I can take him! It couldn't possibly be any worse than talking to you!
At five o'clock, I'm going to clock out, I'm going downstairs, I'm getting in the car, going home, and I AM GOING TO BED. And I'm not getting out of it until noon tomorrow when I'm absolutely sure this nonsense is DONE. I'm going to put on my Luchagors music, get my stuffed wolf Shikiru, and BURROWING.
Why didn't I quit before the election? Why do I love working at the newspaper so much that I didn't call in sick today and just stay home and play video games? (Aside from needing the money GODDAMN needing the money.)
First of all, one of our precincts is turning people away for wearing shirts with American flags or military slogans on them for being "too patriotic". The reporters almost fought to the death over who got to cover that one. And some guy in the same place got arrested for wearing a McCain shirt to vote. I'm sure there had to be more to it than that, but I don't know what, I didn't have time to hear. I'm sure the nationals will be descending on it like vultures if they can't find anything better.
If one more person rails at me because I'm a racist for not voting for Obama (even though I didn't tell them I didn't vote for Obama, I make it a point not to reveal my political leanings to customers...they just sort of ran with that assumption), I'm going to throw my phone at them.
The next one who wants to talk to me for ten minutes about how Obama is going to run the country into the ground will get my monitor over the skull.
Actually, I'll be honest...I'm not going to touch them. I'm so freaking brain-tired right now from the phone literally ringing every 30 seconds with another person demanding to know where they're supposed to vote (even though we had that information in the paper for the last four days and it's on our website NONSTOP). I don't even have the energy to go get myself a piece of the Americana cake. (Yes I do, and I will in a minute.)
Then toss in the calls about people's signs being vandalized, getting run over, pamphlets getting tossed on all the cars at Wal-Mart, at least one fistfight that I know of...
And STARBUCKS. YOU HATEFUL PILE. If one more of your cranky crotchedy old popcorn farts of a customer calls me whining about that godforsaken deal you made about the free cup of coffee because you didn't bow down and lick their ass and they declared their intention to go to the media and then DID SO...actually, I forgot where this threat was going. It took me five minutes to get this far. The phone rang three times since I started it. ...four.
And you goddamn cultists, I don't care who the Antichrist is anymore! Let him come! I can take him! It couldn't possibly be any worse than talking to you!
At five o'clock, I'm going to clock out, I'm going downstairs, I'm getting in the car, going home, and I AM GOING TO BED. And I'm not getting out of it until noon tomorrow when I'm absolutely sure this nonsense is DONE. I'm going to put on my Luchagors music, get my stuffed wolf Shikiru, and BURROWING.
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