I just got this joke from a friend. I think I've heard a variation on it before, but still...
A lobbyist, on his way home from work in Washington, D.C., came to a dead halt in traffic and thought to himself, "Wow, this seems worse than usual."
He noticed a police officer walking between the lines of stopped cars, so he rolled down his window and asked, "Officer, what's the hold-up?"
The officer replied, "The President is depressed, so he stopped his motorcade and is threatening to douse himself with gasoline and set himself on fire. He says no one believes his stories about why we went to war in Iraq, or the connection between Saddam and al-Qaeda, or that his tax cuts will help anyone except his wealthy friends. So we're taking up a collection for him."
The lobbyist asks, "How much have you got so far?"
The officer replies, "About 14 gallons, but a lot of folks are still siphoning.
Absolutely nothing-- he's in NY.
The accent was British though.
Perkins, you're only human. Don't be so hard on yourself.
Apropos of something. Scott and I have been rewatching Buffy. My love for Giles burns as bright as ever.
Job-ma for Matt, beth.
For those following my saga, the hiring manager in KC (the job I really want just for the great story beginning with dcp) wants to discuss the position with me over the phone this week, and I have an interview with Potbelly on Wednesday so maybe I can start making some money while falling below my parents' expectations.
Meanwhile, I received a letter in the mail from the Connecticut place:
Dear Ms. Patel,
Thank you for taking the time to complete our writing test. At this time, however, we do not have a position available that is consistent with your skill set. Our assessment of your writing test indicates they are not of a level consistent with our current requirements.
Nonetheless, we will be happy to keep your resume on file for future reference.
I
really
want to point out the incorrect grammar, but somehow that seems unprofessional.
Buffistas are infecting my work performance. Today for instance:
Cow-orker: "Is remail one word or two? I mean with a hyphen?"
Me: "One word."
Cow-orker: "Weird."
Me: "Yeah, it lost the hyphen in the great punctuation wars of 1977."
in the great punctuation wars of 1977
When many a hyphen were lost...
...And the era of the tilde was nigh.
my brother and SiL will be in town for Shindig #2: Electric Giftaloo
Hee.
I got my oil changed after work (quickest oil change EVER...I'm a little worried that they actually DID it!). Then I went to the grocery store. Now, I seem to have lost all motivation. And yet, I need to eat. And do laundry. And clean. Um. Someone got some motivation they can loan me?
I've gotta run to the grocery store. Want me to make a murderous little stop at your office while I'm on my way home?
Hee. Gotta love Buffistas.
but I know in my experience things just seem so overwhelmingly awful if I haven't gotten sleep
Just an amen to that. When stressed or sleepless, all the little things feel SOOOO much worse than they are.
but apparently that ass that's sticking out about three counties behind me? Good for me!
Well, plus a booty is hot, Em.
I really want to point out the incorrect grammar, but somehow that seems unprofessional.
Well, and calling you "Ms" doesn't seem to indicate a lot of notice...
just slightly allergic to people who use "task" as a verb.
There is literary precedent for that. Ahab says it about the whale: "He tasks me."
my brother and SiL will be in town for Shindig #2: Electric Giftaloo
I forgot to note my amusement at this. Consider it noted.
