Those of you who work with the general public can appreciate the energy that it takes to be nice to people for eight hours a day.  Especially when, let's just face it, most of them are assholes.  Exhausting .... assholes. 

Truth be told, I work in a medical office and you can't be mean to sick people. You can't be mean to sick people, you can't be mean to sick people.  I'm gearing myself up for tomorrow.

In the moments during our day where we get to catch our breath, I'm grateful that I've landed in a place with people that speak my language.  I'm still wondering where they've been all my life.


Work Buddy #1: "Hey, did you see the hooker wearing leg warmers yesterday when we left?"

Work Buddy #2: "Oh yeah! I've seen her a few times."

Me: "Wait!! Where the hell was I?!"

Work Buddy #2: "Oh, you don't go down the street far enough. It's past the freeway entrance you take to get home."

Me: "Damn! I might have to take the long way home one of these days so I can see this fancy bitch. Leg warmers? It's a million degrees outside! That's awesome."

Work Buddy #2: "Totally, you should go that way so you can see her."

Minutes Later........

Office Manager:" Hey, I have a question! Does your poo float or sink?"

MY JOB ROCKS.