It’s a sort of zombie mantra that comes up from time to time here at work: “Have fun while being the best.” I put it on par with other crazy sayings like “TWO MEN ENTER! ONE MAN LEAVES!” or “ONE OF US! ONE OF US!” I’m trying not to get angry or depressed about work, albiet, it’s a little difficult not to when you’re being fucked as hard as someone like me is.
Good times.
The nice thing is that I’ve already started school and I’m enjoying my classes. As expected, there are a couple of complete fucking morons who’s parents should have been thrown screaming from helicopters. I think we can all get on the same wavelength that when you have a class longer than 90 minutes, there’s a break so you can go piss and get whatever from the machine if you want. But going to get a Mountain Dew and Cheetos in the middle of a lecture, coming back in and chomping and crinkling the fucking bag, yelling out the wrong answers when the teacher isn’t even calling on anyone for them, and then laying your head down and napping for the remaining 45 minutes of class… that’s a little fucking rude.
That is really taking place by the way.
Aside from the few choice escapees from Darwin’s almighty hammer, my classes are populated with the stereotypical set of community college students, a few high school grads, a few old people, a few military guys, and then people like me who looked at the world around them and said, “Fuck me sideways, I gotta go to school!” I have a good feeling about it though.
Here’s to you, kids
argo. (mtc)

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