Someone stinks


I have a lot of thoughts about work. One thought, not shared by all, is that I am not at work to make friends. I don’t wake up in the morning to go hang out with my buddies. I drag my sorry ass out of bed, away from my slumbering puppy dogs, and show up to do the job I am paid to do so that when I am not at work, I can afford to do the things I like doing. Like sleeping under a roof, climbing mountains, feeding my dogs, and eating Chinese food.

But I digress…as always…

Another such work related thought I have is that of the ways one should act at work, running around gossiping about the personal odor of coworkers is NOT one of them.

I have a “diploma” in a plastic bin stored in my mother’s attic that verifies that I graduated from grade school some time in the early ’90s.

If someone is stinky tell them or sit down, shut up and do a quick pit check on yourself, just in case. What you do not do, is run down the row of cublicles laughing gleefully as you say, “Oh my gosh! Someone stinks! Guess who. I can’t tell you but ask so-n-so, she’s knows what I’m talking about!! Teehee!”

You are seriously just asking to be throat punched.

Asked if this week was any better than the last. I replied…Well, I hate people. So as long as they keep trying to interact with me, I don’t see things looking up.

Someone does indeed stink. But you and I disagree on the olfactor offender.

Bluebird – by Christina Perri


   …playing on my iPod…  

How the hell does a broken heart get back together when it’s torn apart?
Teach itself to start beating again?

This little bluebird came looking for you
I said that I hadn’t seen you in quite some time
And this little bluebird came looking again
I said we weren’t even friends, she could have you

Don’t you think it was hard?
I didn’t even say that you died
But it wouldn’t have been such a lie, ’cause then I started to cry

This little bluebird sure won’t give it a rest
She swears that you may be better than all the rest
I said, “No, you’ve got it all wrong.
If he was something special, I wouldn’t have this song.”

And don’t you think it was hard?
I didn’t even say that you died
But it wouldn’t have been such a lie, ’cause then I started to cry

How the hell does a broken heart get back together when it’s torn apart?
And teach itself to start beating again?

What if when she comes over, I am in your arms, taking all of you again?

How the hell does a broken heart get back together when it’s torn apart?
Teach itself to start beating again?
How the hell does a broken heart get back together when it’s torn apart?
Teach itself to start beating again?
Beating again

This little bluebird won’t come here anymore
So I went looking for her, and I found you