m.e.g.h.@.n.o.l.o.g.y.!

Would you jump off a bridge?

It occurred to a me a few days ago that even if my friends won't join me I might not necessarily be wrong. I always feel bad for the "friends," in the statement, "If all your friends were jumping off a bridge..."

Well..., why were they jumping? Were they being chased be a bear? Was there a car out of control? Are they on fire?

Perhaps there is a logical reason for jumping.

Just a note --
I really wanted this post to be about slogans that would work for Viagra, too, but decided against it. Maybe later.

I am approached (or reprimanded!) all the time for doing things a certain way. Did it ever occur to anyone that I have a reason?

I am currently growing a Colorado Blue Spruce in my car. Yes, in my car. Now, three people have told me that it was the most ridiculous thing they have ever heard. Excuse me! I don't live in a house with a yard I can plant the tree in, I don't want to plant the tree in someone else's yard and I want it to be in a sunny place. Judging from the fadedness of my car seats, my car gets sun, and I get to keep my baby tree. Get over yourself.

I can't imagine living in a world where everything just follows the same old predictable patterns, I would cry. Right now I spend approximately 7 hours a day in the same classroom with the same people and really would like to kill 1,2,3,4 of them. Really! But, I can't so.


Sometimes I like to stir up trouble but more often than not trouble just kind of finds me. Case in point: One month ago I ordered a text book for a class. I paid for the book with my Pell grant (Thanks, Uncle Sam!) and put the receipt in a box to keep it safe so at the end of the semester I can get the receipt back out and get 1/2 my money back. I didn't have it with me - but keep in mind I go to IWCC where everyone knows everyone because there are maybe 100 students.

As the books were coming in the book store was calling us to let us know. Eventually everyone in my class had there book but me. It's a law book and our first test covers four chapters of facts. (Ick.) I go down and say, "Hey, is my book in yet?"
They take oh... ten minutes looking in the back and can't find it.
Then one of the girls says, "wasn't that ADA ... book?"

"Yes."

"Oh! It's on the shelf!"

(! Idiots! Why didn't you call me?!)

She meanders over and grabs it, hands it to me. I thank her and go to walk away.
"I need to see your receipt."

(! Are you kidding? I've been in here everyday for a month!)

"I'm sorry, I don't have it."

"Well, I need to see it, you can't just take your book."

(BIG BIG PISSED OFF SIGH)
"I bought it on my pell, can't you look it up?"
(( THERE is NOBODY in the store! They were NOT busy.))

"It's 5 dollars to look up a receipt."

I threw the book back on the counter and invited them to keep the book.
(((( I REALLY wanted to (scream) why don't you take this book and shove it up your... but I refrained))))

I went up to our Vice President of Finance and yelled and twenty minutes later I had my book, sans the receipt.

I invite people to join me in jumping off bridges when you run into the same bureaucratic, idiotic laziness that is epitomized by ... well, pretty much everything. Make a statement and start to hold people accountable.

(And, if you're the idiot, remember this: Always do right, it will gratify some and astonish the rest.)

posted by meg @ 6:19 PM