2003-06-25
2003-06-25 - 2:04 p.m.
Excuse me, boss #4 of 5, could you just please leave me alone for ten minutes to eat my crappy burrito? 'Cause if you don't, I'm going to smack you upside your Nice 'n Easy "Ashy Blonde" head with one huge-ass tortilla. K? My office is a freaking madhouse this week. There are protesters all over campus and in my home city, so cops are omnipresent. I'm carrying two forms of photo ID to get in the door. And of all things, they made me carry a walkie-talkie today. Boss #3's suggestion was that I clip it onto my skirt. Um, no, I don't think so, unless you want half my ass, tattoo included, hanging out. What are these people thinking? And to really make the workday fun, I agree with the protesters that genetically modified food has frightening consequences. This isn't the first time that my personal views have been in opposition to those I'm supposed uphold professionally, but it hasn't bothered me this much in a long time. These are not "unemployed hippie potheads", as one co-worker described them; these are people who believe very strongly that humanity has a responsibility to feed itself without genetic tampering. Why can't anybody see the difference?
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