The boss doesn't want to turn on the AC. It is pretty damn warm in my office. I have the window all the way open. This helps with the occaisonal breeze. Working next door to a couple of music teachers can be maddening some times. Now, for example. I am incredibly antsy to get outside and do cool stuff like run run run out this energy and I can't yet. All I can hear are leaf blowers at the moment and damn if i don't want to go strangle some freaking poor bastard* lawnscapers. But back to the previous annoyance, I now have Puff the Magic Dragon stuck in my head. I am slowly losing my will to fight the urge to start singing this song at the top of my lungs. In the office. At my boss. While twisting the life out of his neck.
I have been sitting in my office printing crap for the other boss and humming the Puff song to myself and thinking about walking next door and slapping the little shit in the face until he performs it perfectly. Then I would strap him down and force his eyes open and make him watch that movie until he has it freaking memorized. I could probably tell you the exact number of those noses in Honnalee.**
Kids today just aren't being raised right.
*Sympathetically meant, I have worked landscaping before and there are only three weeks all year in DC when it is a good job. This is one of them.
**Incidentally, 37. Or 42, I just don't remember at the moment.
9 comments:
Between your job and your apartment woes and Puff the Magic Dragon, I'm sad for you.
look at it this way: at least you're not walking around in the piss-stench of indian streets in 100 degree weather.
I should really leave a disclaimer with all my whining. Something like: "Yet even for all it's crap, my life is still in the 95th percentile of the grand scheme of things, so I should quit bitching. For example, Africa and Asia."
chuckles SMASH!!1!!
you are SUCH a fucking WHINER. not to be confused with pinko, who is a weenie.
PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON LIVES BY THE SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!1!!
Shall I smack the kid for you? or put visine in your bosses coffee? It'll give him the runs.
Can't you get in trouble with the DEA by making children sing "Puff the Magic Dragon." Call them. Report the music teacher.
It isn't the song that's the problem, it is the endless repitition of one part of it that is killing me.
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