Unfucking believeable. Total Recall on Earth. Arnies the Gov with Jay Leno doing the opening for BigGunBoy married to a Kennedy. The Kennedy conspiracies are never going to end. Oh well. Sometimes it's nice to see an old rookie in politics. Hell, Sonny Bono did it, Jesse, and Clint did too. Don't forget Ronnie either.

Aside from that, a busy day at the paper. Usual deadlines. Didn't hear from the GypsyChicks for almost 2 weeks until today. GypsyKing, or the leader of the tribe, commune, coven, or whatever the hell they call themselves phoned in an ad. He's been in before, but today calls it in. Same shit.....wants to put in an ad, can't read or write english (I personally think they're full of shit, they just don't want handwriting experts like my self checking their shit in a court of law) nickle and dimes me over the verbage assuming he's my #1 customer today. Yay for me.

He was transferred from a "bitchy CSR" (his terminology) from our main office. I let him ramble for 10 minutes about a 20 word ad. I put him on hold 5 times for paying customers. I write it all down, full well knowing that his crowd assumes that I'm entering the ad as they speak. Sure pal I can type 75wpm, not 250, so slow the fuck down Speed Racer. I didn't know it was GypsyKing until this phrase: "must come see to appreciate". His voice sounded familiar but then he gave himself away with that phrase as they ALWAYS put it in their ads. You little son of a bitch. Now you think you can scam me on the phone? Get your ugly ass in here and pay for it. THEN I'll run the ad.

His last comment was "Go ahead and put it in and I'll be in by 5 and umm....give ya some money for it" You must think I'm a fucking fool sir. You had no intention of paying for your ad, assuming I'd just insert it for you pro bono, and we'd bill you later to a phony address which is already on our blacklist. Your ilk TRIES to hide behind some kind of invisible shield and we know it. And we know where you really live too. You think you're hiding from society yet you have no fucking idea how much of a circus you make for yourselves. Get a fucking drivers license and a social security card already you goddam leech.

To be fair, they're a social, unintrusive, happy bunch really. Save for the colossial scam that they've got going. They're not as invisible as they think.

Today I was given the results of our monthly energy savings contest. These results depict how much each satellite office conserved on energy usage for the prior month, by percentage opposed to each office, and all the way down to each offices kilowattage useage. We hit in the middle. We'd score higher but that monster Coke™ machine in the hallway I'm sure as hell eats up a lot of juice.

What do we win for saving the most electricity? The winning office gets a free office pizza party each QUARTER. Quarter being 3 fiscal months. HUZZZAH MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!! Free pizza! What's that? it's our committment to YOU and your continued efforts to help the company grow? High management really does live on a fucking cloud somewhere, always assuming us trolls are ready to pimp out your ass at $10 an hour.

Pizza Hut can be here in 30 minutes. You take 3 months and need supply requests for same. Thanks I'll bring my own lunch.

I was late today. An hour late. I'm never late. I can count on one hand the times I've been that late for any job in the last five years. That would be 3. I'm such a good little office bitch. A lil late? 2 Minutes late? Depends on the traffic but you can bet your ass I'm on the way. I woke up late. Simple as that, and I typically don't need an alarm to get up, I'm awake already, just stewing on how to approach my day. Today was a different story......one of those times when you wake up, check the clock, BLINK and fucking 3 hours goes by and now you're late. I wish TheSleep would kiss me before it fucked me like that.

E-v-e-r-y-b-o-d-y was in the office for my half awake ass to stroll on in. Managers, BigGuy, everbody. But I won on that assumtion that they would be this time. Turned out O K A Y, I guess. The cogs that we be still turned through the day. I'm an honest person, typically. I had a legitimate reason. I fucking overslept. No biggie, it's very rare, and I caught up with the rest of the office circus within the hour. I'm good like that. But I felt like a colossial fool telling BigGuy that. My car should have been on fire with me walking in with hanging shreds of peeling flesh, as in, if you're going to be late, have a good reason. I did. It just wasn't colossial sounding.

I have a new respect for people whose automobiles are actually on fire on their way to work.

I think I'm done. However there's boiling thoughts coming about what I think about the HorsePeople™