one day i’ll construct a satellite
and i’ll name it after you
’cause you were the greatest friend of all
except for when you split my lip in two
to see the look upon your face
as i launch you into space
that’s right. i have my own little cubicle and my own computer and my own laser gun (which gets abused). second day in and so far, i scan crap in, oms them, simon them and put them in the bin. to-morrow i should be trained to email a copy to the distributer and tell them to put it into production and email the company. and that ‘it’ is whatever paper product that a business would want printed. and to-day i shot rubber bands at people. but i am not the only one.
i am supposed to keep things confidential. which is a piece of cake- because i do not even look at the names. but i do check the addresses; how am i suppose to keep the canadian ones confidential? just as well, i am sure that no one would be interested anyways.
i went home last weekend to get my car. i took the train (which was late for the second time in two years) and i missed my bus. while i was waiting the two hours for the next bus, this woman started talking to me. she was in her 40′s and from nairobi, kenya. apparently her daughter is there too. and it would be ‘great’ of my to call her, ‘who knows what will happen’… aka- she wants her daughter to make it to the states. but hey- she could be a nubian queen. hubba hubba. i have never been asked by the mother to marry a daughter before. needless to say i will not write that email or call that number. but it is up for grabs for anyone else.
then when i made it home, i went to nick’s house and stayed the night. poor kid, this is the message his parents left on a scrap of paper before they left in the morning: ‘hello our beloved son! oh… and you too nick! here is some money for breakfast.’ he is an only child, now he has competition for his parents love.
ha! oh, and on the bus, there were some hindi robots behind me. i say robots because they stopped talking every time the bus went under a bridge or a cloud went over head. and stopped talking when it was dark out. conclusion: solar powered robotic hindus.
