Pink is the New Bitch
Today was a day like any other. Completely uneventful at The Morgue.
We arrived at work (yet again) something like an hour and a half late. One day we might make it to work on time. Riiiight. I'll believe it when I see it.
Cryptkeeper was on his way out the door when we came in. The printer/fax was out of ink, he mentioned. I figured he was on his way to get ink. Nope, just left to go run some personal errands. Ahh... I remember the times. It's nice to be the boss.
Anyway, because the printer/fax was out of ink, the other printer in the shop has been shuffled back and forth from the consultation room to the reception area. Today was no exception... the shocker was that I whined about moving the beastly printer and The Kid said, "go sit down, I'll get it for you". I swear, I thought I was hearing incorrectly. The Kid has... *gasp* Manners??? A man in OUR shop has MANNERS?!?!?!
WOW. Completely in awe of The Kid.
The Kid's girlfriend, per usual, showed up about 15 minutes after Cryptkeeper left. She had MiniKid in tow. Mini Kid is a pretty good kid (still waiting for the beams to shoot out of his eyes and strike one of us down because he'd rather devour our brains). Today he went straight to "The dungeon"... the room that Cryptkeeper made up and placed a buttload of toys in for a faux-daycare. Come on... daycare in a tattoo studio? Is that even legal?
Anyway, MiniKid is happily playing with the toys in The Dungeon and mom has to go pick up the other kiddo. I call him DSM - Dark Skinned Marvel. Because although both mom and dad are blonde and light-eyed and have pale skin, this one has super dark skin, dark eyes and dark hair. Hmmm... Milkman, anyone?
We never got to see DSM today though... about halfway to picking him up, The Kid called her to come back because MiniKid was SO happily playing that he, uh, "made a doodie". In his pants... he got up and tried to locate the bathroom among the many closed doors at The Morgue, but it was too late (and far too confusing). He did it before he got the pants down. Poor guy... he was trying to find it, but he's never been in The Dungeon before and got all turned around.
The Kid took him outside so that no one would be offended (we weren't offended, and seeing as how it was just the two of them and myself and Hubby, we understood... we have kids, too). Mom showed back up with a change of clothes and everything in the world was right again. MiniKid went right back to The Dungeon, where he decided that Barbie needed to drive around a while in G.I. Joe's Hummer.
In the meanwhile, during the "poopie incident", I was bored and roaming, hunting for SOMETHING to do... I located a chair that over the past few days has, at some point in time, become quite broken... with the full stem of the chair (which USED to be moveable) jammed down into the base of the chair.
At first, I hunted down some pliers and tried to pull it back out of the base post, but it was just too stuck, so I grabbed a hammer. Easy enough... a couple of quick hits from the other end and it was dislodged. I put the chair back together (the correct way this time) and put the tools away.
Cryptkeeper was shocked and amazed when he saw me sitting on the newly-repaired chair when he got back. "But how?" he asked... when I told him, he just kind of nodded, like he came up with the "plan" and fixed it himself. As he was walking away, he started mumbling something about "not being able to fix it", "was gonna throw it away", "too far gone", and my personal favorite... "A hammer? How the hell did she fix it with a hammer?"
One day I might get him "Common Sense for Dummies". He needs it.
In other shocking news, and the reason for my colorful title today, is the comment that came across my messenger today from someone who knows me...
Now, if you know me... or have seen more than two photos of me (which I doubt will ever be posted here), you will know that my entire wardrobe is pink. OK, so my jeans (mostly) are blue. And I do have a few shirts that aren't pink, but I'd say that 9 out of 10 items in my closet are pink (dark pink, light pink, powder pink, fuchsia, magenta, you get the idea... I wear a LOT of pink).
Surprisingly, I haven't had the time nor felt that I had the effort needed to make my page the correct SHADE of pink, so I haven't bothered. With this comment though, you may see a pink page by the time you read this.
I was actually told this afternoon, quite factually, that girls who wear pink and like pink are "fucking bitches and should be shot for making everyone try to be happy".
Since WHEN have I tried to make anyone happy, damn it?
Imay be AM a bitch, so what's your point?!
We arrived at work (yet again) something like an hour and a half late. One day we might make it to work on time. Riiiight. I'll believe it when I see it.
Cryptkeeper was on his way out the door when we came in. The printer/fax was out of ink, he mentioned. I figured he was on his way to get ink. Nope, just left to go run some personal errands. Ahh... I remember the times. It's nice to be the boss.
Anyway, because the printer/fax was out of ink, the other printer in the shop has been shuffled back and forth from the consultation room to the reception area. Today was no exception... the shocker was that I whined about moving the beastly printer and The Kid said, "go sit down, I'll get it for you". I swear, I thought I was hearing incorrectly. The Kid has... *gasp* Manners??? A man in OUR shop has MANNERS?!?!?!
WOW. Completely in awe of The Kid.
The Kid's girlfriend, per usual, showed up about 15 minutes after Cryptkeeper left. She had MiniKid in tow. Mini Kid is a pretty good kid (still waiting for the beams to shoot out of his eyes and strike one of us down because he'd rather devour our brains). Today he went straight to "The dungeon"... the room that Cryptkeeper made up and placed a buttload of toys in for a faux-daycare. Come on... daycare in a tattoo studio? Is that even legal?
Anyway, MiniKid is happily playing with the toys in The Dungeon and mom has to go pick up the other kiddo. I call him DSM - Dark Skinned Marvel. Because although both mom and dad are blonde and light-eyed and have pale skin, this one has super dark skin, dark eyes and dark hair. Hmmm... Milkman, anyone?
We never got to see DSM today though... about halfway to picking him up, The Kid called her to come back because MiniKid was SO happily playing that he, uh, "made a doodie". In his pants... he got up and tried to locate the bathroom among the many closed doors at The Morgue, but it was too late (and far too confusing). He did it before he got the pants down. Poor guy... he was trying to find it, but he's never been in The Dungeon before and got all turned around.
The Kid took him outside so that no one would be offended (we weren't offended, and seeing as how it was just the two of them and myself and Hubby, we understood... we have kids, too). Mom showed back up with a change of clothes and everything in the world was right again. MiniKid went right back to The Dungeon, where he decided that Barbie needed to drive around a while in G.I. Joe's Hummer.
In the meanwhile, during the "poopie incident", I was bored and roaming, hunting for SOMETHING to do... I located a chair that over the past few days has, at some point in time, become quite broken... with the full stem of the chair (which USED to be moveable) jammed down into the base of the chair.
At first, I hunted down some pliers and tried to pull it back out of the base post, but it was just too stuck, so I grabbed a hammer. Easy enough... a couple of quick hits from the other end and it was dislodged. I put the chair back together (the correct way this time) and put the tools away.
Cryptkeeper was shocked and amazed when he saw me sitting on the newly-repaired chair when he got back. "But how?" he asked... when I told him, he just kind of nodded, like he came up with the "plan" and fixed it himself. As he was walking away, he started mumbling something about "not being able to fix it", "was gonna throw it away", "too far gone", and my personal favorite... "A hammer? How the hell did she fix it with a hammer?"
One day I might get him "Common Sense for Dummies". He needs it.
In other shocking news, and the reason for my colorful title today, is the comment that came across my messenger today from someone who knows me...
Now, if you know me... or have seen more than two photos of me (which I doubt will ever be posted here), you will know that my entire wardrobe is pink. OK, so my jeans (mostly) are blue. And I do have a few shirts that aren't pink, but I'd say that 9 out of 10 items in my closet are pink (dark pink, light pink, powder pink, fuchsia, magenta, you get the idea... I wear a LOT of pink).
Surprisingly, I haven't had the time nor felt that I had the effort needed to make my page the correct SHADE of pink, so I haven't bothered. With this comment though, you may see a pink page by the time you read this.
I was actually told this afternoon, quite factually, that girls who wear pink and like pink are "fucking bitches and should be shot for making everyone try to be happy".
Since WHEN have I tried to make anyone happy, damn it?
I
posted by Apparently Crazy at 10:29 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home