June 25, 2005

• Yesterday, I went back to visit people at AAA. It was so weird being
  back in that building. The area I used to work in, the call center, is
  still set up, but now they have shit stored in there. There have been
  some changes, for example, they have new microwaves. I guess thats what
  they spent the money they saved by laying 100 people
  off………..microwaves! They had better be damn good microwaves. Like
  so good that all you have to do is open the door and the food is done.
  Or, how about them pre-chewing the food for you? Shit, Lord knows they
  saved a ton of money by dumping 100 people.

  It was great to be back. Danel and I goofed around and talked dirty
  just like old times. It was nice to see some of the people, others I
  could care less to see. I knew I would spend a long time there, and I
  did, as I was there for 2 fucking hours. 2  HOURS! Damn, I’m
  pathetic. How many people spend 2 hours at the place they used to work?
  I was also wearing my “Free the Tadpoles” shirt, which got comments
  from people. Its amazing how many people asked what it meant. I thought
  it was pretty damn self-explanatory. Several people asked if it was a
  band. Now, officially, I don’t know if its a band, so if somebody knows
  something I don’t, please fill me in.

  Every now and then, we have a drunk weirdo walk up to us while we are
  at the bar. It had been a while since it last happened, so we were due.
  Last night, some drunk dope came up to us and started talking. I think
  he was racist. He kept saying that “the big Mexicans at the end of the
  bar sent me here to see if they can play pool.” He also said he was
  from Mississippi and made some comment about how his relatives kept a
  “pointy white hood” in the trunk. Both of these comments offended me,
  but I wasn’t going to make a scene with some drunken loser that was
  bigger than me. Then again, everybody is bigger than me .He kept asking
  me about my shirt and what it meant, and I kept saying to use his
  imagination. For some reason, he then asked me what my GPA was when I
  was in school. Now, I love lying to dopes like him, so I gave him some
  BS number which he didn’t believe. He said that nobody with a GPA that
  high would wear a shirt like that. I was just trying to avoid talking
  to him, but he kept talking to Scooty. I swear, Scooty is sometimes too
  social for his own good. Eventually though, the guy did leave and all
  was right with the word. Oh, and just for the record, even after we
  were done playing pool, the guys at the bar never did come over there
  to play.

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