Thursday, December 27, 2007

Answer: Rudolph

I crumpled up a receipt today and it took a bite out of my skin. I've never experienced this before.

Christmas. Did it even happen? It went by so fast. It was lovely though. I have never felt so happy to feel so fat. The whole day I ate manicotti and stayed in my pjs. It was amazing. I have found the secret to finding happiness (as far as gifts go). This year there wasn't much that I wanted. I didn't make a list. I mentioned things that I would like or that I needed but nothing that I was really hoping for. When gift time rolled around, I wasn't disappointed with anything. I got awkward necklaces and Ratatouille-- and I loved it.

I have the chance to drive a golf cart and get paid to do it. It's exciting just to think about.

There's a guy who comes into work quite often and people call him "Jesus Joseph". Regular customers have nicknames like "Plastic Chris" "Pug Nose" "Lip Gloss". Sure, we know names, but we're most likely to remember nicknames and drinks. Joseph is the type of person to pass out tracks or leave them in seat cushions. Don't get me wrong, it's awesome that he loves Jesus. It's cool that he's bold enough to give someone a track. Hey, I love Jesus just as much as Mary but I don't think Joseph handles people in the best way. I am one of only two people from work that goes to church on a regular basis. My co-workers find Jesus Joe to be arrogant and an idiot. He's a nice guy but he always seems to have an ulterior motive. He has a 'holier than thou' complex and I don't appreciate it. It turns non-Christians off. It turns me off. I just think that the overly-nice attitude and throwing a moral superiority into every conversation isn't the best way to get people saved. I mean, when someone says "Hey, watch your stuff. That lady steals things." His response shouldn't be, "Well, I don't like to talk about people." What? Fine, let her steal your things. Next time I won't be nice and warn you. He's making things harder for me.

Lots of laundry to get done and a room to clean-- Peace out.


I killed a man with this thumb.
--Carmen

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