...of Little Miss Sunshine's little anti-everything tirade, I'm afraid I'm in agreement. I've enjoyed lobbying. I really like my job. I like the meetings. But I'm tired. And today, I'm sick, sick, sick and that makes me very -- very pissy.
I'm tired of the little teeny-bopper clique of children of important lobbyists. I'm tired of the cadre of staffers who all want me to help them find jobs after the session is over. And I'm sure as hell tired of people asking me if I'm related to the Shaver Construction People.
For the record, I am not related to the Shaver Construction People. I am, however, related to the Shavers who were in charge of engineering for Pullman Rail. I'm pretty sure they brought in machine gun turrets to mow down striking workers.
So, no, I guess not everybody in my family is a pro-labor as I am.
Anyway, I'm pissy because I'm sick. And my friend is texting me and asking me if I want to go to Mo & Sluggo's with the other 900 people after this. No. No i do not. A Thousand times no. And so I tell her "no." And, as if it hasn't occured that I have friends and whatnot outside of this building that I'm leaving in about 9 days, she asks me why.
Why? Like it's any of your business, that's why.
Ok, I guess that's not entirely fair. I mean, friends are friends and oft don't take into consideration your other friends when looking for social interaction. But I'm very much inclined to say "because I don't like you that much" in my reply.
Because I'm sick. And I'm pissy. And if jmf doesn't stop sneezing in a minute, I'm going to stab him in his belly button with a letter opener that Chairman BA gave me when I was his intern. I've got it in my bag today.
Seriously, JMF, knock it the hell off. Bastard.
Man I'm pissy. Sorry. I'm sick.
dts
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