How about species self-defense? Or societal self-defense?
Those should be a thing.
Speaking of douche bags...
Tonight up at work, a guy driving a car ran a red light and turned right in from of an oncoming Explorer (or a vehicle like that). The Explorer smacked into it shoved it sideways onto the medium and took out a signal light. The guy driving the car proceeded to get out and took off running. His car was smoking and leaking gas (but that's not why he ran). He was drunk.People were afraid to get near the car bc it might've caught on fire or exploded until they noticed that there were children in the back seat. He left three children (one possibly seriously injured) in the car. HE LEFT THEM to burn up or die or whatever! But the man was injured and didn't get too far. Someone spotted him and tackled his ass to the ground and dragged him back to the accident. I hope they lock him away and throw away the key. Stupid bastard. I don't know how wounded the man in the Explorer was or the children, just that one of the kids were slumped over in an odd position and wasn't looking good from what eyewitnesses said.
But one customer pointed out that it may not even be his kids...could've been nieces/nephews or something. But yeah, regardless, they were left in a smoking car leaking gas and injured. I don't care if you're smuggling a 100 lbs of coke, you don't just leave the kids.
I am at a loss for words, except "Douche"
I'm dirty and ashamed
As of right now it's quiet. Which equals writing time!
But I need more coffee. Mostly just to occupy my mouth so I don't start snacking. Just wolfed down toast with cheese on it and I suddenly want, like, five more.
I finally got a real desk and an office today at work. Just getting rid of the junk piled around the card table that's been my desk since April helped immensely (the boss said "pitch it" so out it went). Then I got some help and moved a small desk into what is now a rather large office. Yea!
Meh. Must. Write. Faster.
Why it so hard some days and so easy on others? Stupid muse...
And a nameplate--my nameplate always made me feel important. (Dad had it made for me, heh.)
Ted, the HR lady suggested a couple weeks ago that I ask for an intern to help out. Honestly, I'm considering it because I am swamped (and was informed on Friday that the directive is now that each area manager (shipping/assembly/machine shop) now has a "mandate" to give me at least 1 task to get done every day).
Can we say "snowed under"? Why, yes. Yes, we can.
moans from table
I'm dirty and ashamed