Is it weird that I haven't entered into the tag-a-thon? And by that I mean...I don't use tags. Not that I don't find use for them - they seem nifty enough. But the thing is that I would probably use weird tags like "people whose heads should be removed from their shoulders". Alright so that's a whole phrase, and I should probably go with de-head-itation. It's funnier than decap.
I have had plenty to say lately, just not the means to spit it out. Oh my hands are still attached to my body; my brain is firing off neurons left and right. Just my internal mouth has been clamped. I can't freaking get it out. Or maybe it's just the things that have been happening have been either a] too normal or b] boring as all hell. Perhaps I shall go with c] and say that after the whole.........incident....I haven't really been letting myself think.
I could say that it was a life-changing event. And maybe it was - I'm probably more cynical now and I most certainly despise (most) people than ever before. It's almost become a racist thing, which I am ashamed to admit. No one can ever say they are without racial prejudice. I most certainly was not before, given the area I live. Or more precisely - the city I live outside. But now when I'm alone and I see a black man walking towards me, I get scared. What if he has a gun?
That's been the burning question. And truly it doesn't even apply to the color of skin. Now I'm worried everyone has a gun, which isn't so unbelieveable given this day and age. Everyone wants to be a jerk with a gun. I can barely watch any movies/tv/etc. where someone is being held at gunpoint. It makes me uneasy and I have flashbacks. Even watching
Devil's Rejects made me feel uncomfortable, and I love that movie.
I suppose this is all on my mind due to changes at work. The owner's so-called "right-hand man" paid us a visit and now wants us to park farther away from the terminal. And that would be fine if we weren't in a shady neighborhood where it isn't uncommon to hear gunshots. The parking lot is right behind a Mrs. Winners Chicken. We will have to walk a few hundred yards from the parking lot to the terminal (all through which trucks will be coming in with trailers). There are huge potholes everywhere, and few of the floodlights work at night. Supposedly we will not have any security at night anymore, so our cars will be out (basically) in the open. The fence is about six feet tall, so anyone can jump it and ransack our vehicles. And no one will know it, because trailers will be blocking view to the parking lot. I was livid when I found all this out. My car will be paid off in two weeks and I will be damned if some jackass is going to break into my car. AGAIN. Mister Right-Hand Man's response to probable break-in? "That's why you have car insurance." Um yeah, I pay ninety bucks a month for some jackass to get free stuff? I don't think so. The first time anyone even touches my car, I will probably lose my job for cussing someone out.
Argh my migraine is coming back.
