Went to
work. Some
asshole customer called, and it went something like this:
me: "Bloated Fascistic Corporation, this is (my top-secret actual name, known only to certain members of the
Masai)."
asshole customer: What was your name?
me: "(reiteration)."
asshole customer: "Really".
me: "Yes, really."
Then I transferred him to the person working his account, and took my time, but I really wanted to apply and remove numerous patches of
duct tape to particular parts of his body.
Now I am eating Kix from the box, drinking water from a styrofoam cup, and would like very much to play cricket with company equipment on the front lawn.