ladies and gentlmen: your tax dollars at work
dear bliss:
i really don’t think i could find a more perfect job. well, maybe billionaire playboy. but still, after having my nose to the grindstone for seven hours, the last hour of work was frittered away with disturbing conversations with pfizer, CK and boss. after a discussion about pfizer’s viagra jacket that almost sent me through my second story window -- literally -- he brought out his illustrated emergency management book. one with the sort of medical shit in it that makes faces of death look tame. and OH MY F’EN GOD BLISS. OH MY GOD. an eviscerated intestine through a penis. A PENIS. it wasn’t pretty. this is the sort of shit i just don’t have the time or energy to make up. i just don’t. and did i mention it was a penis. honest to god mine still hurts after seeing that shit. and you can’t unsee it either. brings a whole new meaning to CONSTIPATION.
after that CK, boss and i discussed what we’ll be doing at moody gardens next week. aquarium? rain forest? IMAX? what? decisions. decisions. such was my day. the life of a public servant. gotta love it.