The gods still aren’t listening to me...
This morning I thought my life was finally going to improve because I had a sign - real, tangible proof that Fate, the gods, the powers-that-be had been listening to my bitching and had granted a favor! From this small step, great things would follow! If my irritation with the irretrievably stupid was to be so quickly salved, could wealth beyond the dreams of avarice be far behind? For today, each elevator in my building was staffed by a REAL LIVE ATTENDANT in a tuxedo (even the girl ones) who PUSHED THE BUTTONS for the terminally idiotic so sadly unable to grasp the concept of elevational operation! The tuxedoed attendants called out each floor as we stopped, and glared round until someone woke from their stupor, realized it was their stop, and exited the car! Oh, the euphoria! Someone In Control, with the Power To Change Things, has been listening to me! Or reading my blog.
Alas, however, it was but a temporary panacea and I was but taunted with the tantalizing picture of what might have been as this, like so many wonderful fantasies, was demolished by a promotional flyer. It turns out that the gods did not bestow elevator operators upon my building to deliver me from the quarterwitted (half-witted is giving them too much credit). Rather, there's a big seminar, a job fair AND a fashion show going on so they're pulling out all the stops. Oh, the heartbreak, the despair. Why do the gods taunt me thus? *makes dramatic gesture heavenward* WHY???
Oh, and WordPerfect's spell-check wants me to change "bloggers" to "boogers". I thought you guys should know.
MONTOYA DELENDA EST!
This morning I thought my life was finally going to improve because I had a sign - real, tangible proof that Fate, the gods, the powers-that-be had been listening to my bitching and had granted a favor! From this small step, great things would follow! If my irritation with the irretrievably stupid was to be so quickly salved, could wealth beyond the dreams of avarice be far behind? For today, each elevator in my building was staffed by a REAL LIVE ATTENDANT in a tuxedo (even the girl ones) who PUSHED THE BUTTONS for the terminally idiotic so sadly unable to grasp the concept of elevational operation! The tuxedoed attendants called out each floor as we stopped, and glared round until someone woke from their stupor, realized it was their stop, and exited the car! Oh, the euphoria! Someone In Control, with the Power To Change Things, has been listening to me! Or reading my blog.
Alas, however, it was but a temporary panacea and I was but taunted with the tantalizing picture of what might have been as this, like so many wonderful fantasies, was demolished by a promotional flyer. It turns out that the gods did not bestow elevator operators upon my building to deliver me from the quarterwitted (half-witted is giving them too much credit). Rather, there's a big seminar, a job fair AND a fashion show going on so they're pulling out all the stops. Oh, the heartbreak, the despair. Why do the gods taunt me thus? *makes dramatic gesture heavenward* WHY???
Oh, and WordPerfect's spell-check wants me to change "bloggers" to "boogers". I thought you guys should know.
MONTOYA DELENDA EST!
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