The Rant

Okay, so no one really had an outstanding quote of the day, so I'm digging up an old one that I thought was entirely too funny.

This summer we had a mouse with a broken leg run across the floor of the bank lobby after 3 pm. That meas that the only people still in the lobby were bank employees.

I was getting a cup of water from the break room when I hear one of the male officers shout and the female loan officer scream bloody murder at the top of her lungs. So I wandered into the lobby. I guess I wanted to see if we were being robbed or something.

Terrie was standing on a chair crying, and Wes was dancing on his tip toes. I ws holding an empty cut, so I scooped up the wounded mouse and offered to hand him to both of the officers.

That's the image I can't get over. But here's the quote. When Damon, the vice president, offered to take him and flush him down the toilet, Terrie looked at him in terror.

"You can't just flush him down the toilet! Knock him in the head with a shoe first!"

I have come to the conclusion that I want to find a new job. So this week, I plan to call over to the local vo-tech and talk to someone about taking the test to get on the roll for state jobs. I've done this before, and now I can improve my score.

So I'm excited about this. But, now I have to play baby monkey for a while.

So, I'm a nerd right? I bought an old text book about creative writing in college. It was only a dollar because it was ancient, but I wanted it.

Anyway, I found this really cool exercize in it once that I don't always do, but I probably should. It reccomends that you find someone in your daily life to quote each day. And that you describe an image or idea that really strikes you during the day.

I found inspiration in a silly co-worker today while accidentally walking in on the tail end of a conversation.

Shayla: "...and the lady that I love was sitting next to Satan's Grandma!"

I just shook my head because the image that came to mind immediately was a little old blue haired lady with a pointed tail and a pitch fork pouring Satan a glass of tea and telling him he should eat more.

Thatisall.

I just realized that I very seldom refer to my brother by his given name.

Warren

Its really a nice name, nothing wrong with it. But almost no one ever calls him Warren.

Fred
Bubbie
Bubbie Lee
Fro
Frodo
Nator
Kenny G
Fro-a-nator
Brother
The Punisher
Clyde
And I don't even want to know what his girlfriend calls him, but it makes him grin like an idiot over the phone.

I'm thinking that this must be a pretty common thing in the southern and midwestern states. Because I've been Sis or Sister all of my life. I couldn't figure out why the stupid kindergarten teacher was mad at me. She kept calling me Alecia, and my given name was only used by people who were very mad at me. How funny is that?

It really doesn't rain enough here. That's something we live with in western Oklahoma. Today it rained for the first time in weeks. I kept staring out of the window at work and watching it, like I had forgotten what it was. I think maybe I had. I can remember being little and not realizing what the rain was. I joke about it now, but I wonder how many little kids were scared of the wet stuff falling out of the skies today.

Since I'm not feeling overly creative right now, I don't have much to write. Execpt that I will start bitching just a little.

Why do some men go out of their way to embarass people? I'm sure there is no logical explaination, and for the lazy arrogant manboy that I work with, there's really no explaining him anyway. But I still have to wonder: Why in the hell would you ask a bank customer if he washes his hands after he goes to the bathroom?