I'm sorry, but this cheese thing is NEVER going to get old for me.
As MissBalls said last night "I don't know...talk about something mind numbing...like cheese."
Ahhhh....the power of cheese.
Anyway lets cut to the Swiss:
Spring semester...is over. Now I just wait to see if La Perrault decides to send me to Library School Hell or not. She'd better not because I could TOTALLY take her. And considering my rage at the world that's been building up all semester, I've got a lot of pent up energy. And I wouldn't mind loosing it on the Maniacal Elf...for that is what she is. She of the short stature and wild kinky hair.
Currently, I am transcribing interviews about work boots at a rate of 15 bobs per hour. Which I usually feel is totally worth it because I get to just sit around in my PJs, eat snacks, and type. But the past 3 and 1/2 hours of listening to one of these boot marketing gals has literally made me want to rip my ear drums out of my head, put them in a FedEx envelope with a note saying "see what you have driven me to??" and mail them to said boot factory.
I mean she's one of those people who ends all her sentences with a question mark?
Like it's a tough rugged work boot?
I just don't understand who our consumer is?
I mean I was at the point where I was yelling "Shut the fuck up you dumb, dumb bitch" at the tape player as I was typing her incomplete thoughts on the screen.
That was another thing...she never finished a thought. OH HOW I HATE HER WHOM I DO NOT EVEN KNOW BUT WHOSE VOICE WILL HAUNT MY NIGHTMARES UNTIL THE END OF MY DAYS.
People...we must all record ourselves on audio tape to see how we butcher language.
So at the end of this interview, I am once again enraged at the human race for being so very, very stupid. Present company excluded of course. For the most part. No offense. To most of you. No seriously.