Horror Holiday
Dec. 4th, 2004 03:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonHoliday season and the TV's beaming guilty little notions telling me i've been a bad boy if I don't spend, spend,SPEND!!!
(( A Christmas carol finale broadcasted on basic cable, family and Scrooge gathered 'round a dinner table spread fat with a feast with all the fixings...
TINYTIM: God bless us everyone--- except you lazy,fat bastards who haven't gotten off their shiftless arses and gotten any shopping done- you miserable shites are welcome to suck my Tiny deformed cock!!!!
Family:nods sagely with Tiny Tim's estimate, then turn to the grim reaper figure standing by the tree sipping eggnog. TinyTim looks up at the old bastard adoringly- "Right ghost of Christmas Future?"
GOCF:(Deep sonorous scary voice): "That's right Tim. I'll see those useless fuckers burn in Hell personally."
Family nods and smiles warmly at thought of it...
cut to Shock & Awe commercial bombardment)))
So here I am in the office trying to do a little overtime.
There's no management here, just the Sisters trying to make a little of that $$$$$$$ to keep the bills at bay and to make sure Santa leaves a little more than an IOU under the tree this year. They talk loudly about the clubs. I actually hear "Ka-dunk-a-dunk-dunk!" and ask them politely if that's some kind of Jewish holiday. Exhausted sighs, clicking keyboards.
"It ain't my problem. I'll meet that bitch in the parking lot!!"
"Oh he's always calling me up to borrow my car and is like 'can I get a little gas money too baby?"
"N???er needs to get a job!!!"
Loud affirmative laughter filtering through my headphones. One of them pops their head over my KafkaCube - it's C____. A cutie pie of a team lead.
"Whaddya think Rob?"
"about what?" I remove my phones and look away from a Doctors report describing the steps to amputating the left foot of a truck driver and trying to figure out why he's billing for an X-ray of his skull.
"Y'know. Does that N????er need to get a job?"
"I... I ... I don't know."
"C'mon you know."
I think of a diplomatic response.
"Sure that 'N???er' needs to get a job?"
The akwardness of my response is met with an explosion of laughter. I put my phones back on and get back to the amputated foot and thoughts of Christmas cheer.
(( A Christmas carol finale broadcasted on basic cable, family and Scrooge gathered 'round a dinner table spread fat with a feast with all the fixings...
TINYTIM: God bless us everyone--- except you lazy,fat bastards who haven't gotten off their shiftless arses and gotten any shopping done- you miserable shites are welcome to suck my Tiny deformed cock!!!!
Family:nods sagely with Tiny Tim's estimate, then turn to the grim reaper figure standing by the tree sipping eggnog. TinyTim looks up at the old bastard adoringly- "Right ghost of Christmas Future?"
GOCF:(Deep sonorous scary voice): "That's right Tim. I'll see those useless fuckers burn in Hell personally."
Family nods and smiles warmly at thought of it...
cut to Shock & Awe commercial bombardment)))
So here I am in the office trying to do a little overtime.
There's no management here, just the Sisters trying to make a little of that $$$$$$$ to keep the bills at bay and to make sure Santa leaves a little more than an IOU under the tree this year. They talk loudly about the clubs. I actually hear "Ka-dunk-a-dunk-dunk!" and ask them politely if that's some kind of Jewish holiday. Exhausted sighs, clicking keyboards.
"It ain't my problem. I'll meet that bitch in the parking lot!!"
"Oh he's always calling me up to borrow my car and is like 'can I get a little gas money too baby?"
"N???er needs to get a job!!!"
Loud affirmative laughter filtering through my headphones. One of them pops their head over my KafkaCube - it's C____. A cutie pie of a team lead.
"Whaddya think Rob?"
"about what?" I remove my phones and look away from a Doctors report describing the steps to amputating the left foot of a truck driver and trying to figure out why he's billing for an X-ray of his skull.
"Y'know. Does that N????er need to get a job?"
"I... I ... I don't know."
"C'mon you know."
I think of a diplomatic response.
"Sure that 'N???er' needs to get a job?"
The akwardness of my response is met with an explosion of laughter. I put my phones back on and get back to the amputated foot and thoughts of Christmas cheer.
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on 2004-12-04 09:16 pm (UTC)