Misery Loves Company. And Pants. ( Epic )

[BusBus]

Good lord....

-if it's of any consolation, you were probably not the worst smelling person on the skytrain

-re: what's your area code- did you even have to ask? Even I was thinking, "IT'S 867!!!!"

-if they have not replaced the back-up graveshift guy yet, sometimes the only way to get the wheel turning is to call in sick. If they know that you will come in hell or high water, they won't replace him.

-on an unrelated note: I saw the two-toned dresser guy yesterday while walking through downtown (the one whose wardrobe was inspired by Two Face of Batman fame?). Although, he was strangely wearing a monotone white coloured shirt over his get-up.....probably a bit nippy for him.

[Red_Dazes]

Gk... I am sorry your week sucked... I truly am. But your post gave me a much needed reason to laugh... so thank you. ^_^

[Jester]

I couldn’t return home to change and bath as that would make me at least hour or two late ( I’m not sure if this is dedication or stupidity. Whichever one looks better on my employee evaluations. ). Nor could I call in and lament my misfortune ( We still do not have a replacement graveyard person for the guy that left. Its been 2 months or so now. So no one can cover for me if I'm sick, and I can't go on vacation right now. )

My personal opinion is that you should have called your work, explained the situation, gone home, showered and changed, and gone back to work. Would you have been late? Yes. Would it be justifiable? Yes. And considering your pretty solid record at your job, I think they could deal with it. Hell, I am sure the pre-graveyard person could work a couple extra hours, or something.

And frankly, they need to hire someone. Fuck this shit. And who works graveyard one your days off?

I’m quite confident that if you handed them a can of soup without a can opener, they would study it frantically for 10-15 minutes and then begin to yell out the ingredients on the side of the can to the can in an attempt to solve the conundrum.

Oh, come now. GK, do you really expect us to believe that these denizens of the north that haunt you could actually read a soup can label? There's only so much bullshit I can take in one day, and since I am going to be watching my Oakland Raiders (pretend to) play football today, that will pretty much fill up my quota of bullshit for today. So cut this nonsense out!

You’ll note I had to physically walk her through the steps required to obtain this information.

Actually, no. Technically, you had to verbally walk her through the steps, not physically, since she and you were not physically in the same place.

Well, stick your grubby paws in the crayon box, yank one out and colour me Fucking Shocked Fuchsia.

Best laugh I've had all day. And probably the biggest laugh I'll have all day...at least until the Raiders take the field, that is. (On the bright side, not only did Arizona State win yesterday, but previously undefeated and 9th ranked Arizona lost to an unranked team yesterday. Made my night!)

I simply do not understand how you have managed to survive for this long without gloves, a helmet, a padded room and 24/7 professional supervision.

Haven't you figured out yet that, other than cockroaches, stupidity is the toughest thing on the planet, and will survive everything.

Don't believe me? Think of all the stupid people breeding, and their offspring.

I rest my case.

Who knows, I may even call in my own order one day (I promise to have all pertinent information at my immediate disposal!)

Why would you do that? Hell, if I were to ever call in an order, I would try to outdumb the 867-ers. I would fail, of course, but it would be fun trying!

I guess the San Francisco Underground creates really weird connections.

Forget the Underground. San Francisco in general is a haven for Things Weird!

Thanks for this. The job security of members is one of my paramount concerns.

Great! Can you talk to my New Boss? Every time someone compliments me to him, he fires me! Every. Single. Time. (The good/bad thing about this is it is a frequent thing.)

Man, who, in there right mind, buys $800 worth of shirts COD?

NO ONE in their right mind does this.

That, my friend, is the whole point.

[Amethyst Hunter]

This was honestly one of the worst weeks I've ever had at my office.

I was quite surprised when my foot hit something and I heard that something skitter away under the fence in a panic. At first I thought I had inadvertently struck a cat. But then the smell wafted my way. I just booted a skunk in the face! Go me!

I feel your pain, GK. I damn near did the same thing myself earlier this summer while out taking a walk. Right by the sidewalk I was using, there is a large section of hedges that blocks your immediate view of anything beyond. I was just rounding these hedges when I had about .2 seconds to catch sight of something black and white running nearby...and it was NOT a domestic pet. I was fortunate though, the stinky one was running away from me even as I was doing a leapfrog backwards away from it, and no Stench O' Doom was forthcoming.

While my cunning, terrified little girl reflexes ensured I didn’t get sprayed directly you don’t really have too with a smell of that magnitude. Much to my horror I realized it had adhered to me quite intensely.

No, you don't. My mom used to have a car that earned the name Stinkmobile after my dad whapped the side of a skunk while driving it one night. NOTHING we tried could ever get rid of that horrid smell, and we used just about every chemical short of pure acid to hose down the vehicle inside and out in a futile attempt to cleanse it.

Which was why, several months later, I was not unduly upset when my mom ended up totaling the car after hitting a patch of black ice on the road. (She panicked, hit the gas and drove it right off the road into a field. Fortunately she was ok. But the Stinkmobile was a goner.)

[unholypet]

[/I]Well, stick your grubby paws in the crayon box, yank one out and colour me Fucking Shocked Fuchsia.

I just had a lolgasm. Who else sees this happening?