Tales from Telehell

This actually happened on Saturday, but I haven't had a chance to really relate it here in my journal.

Llew and I went to Telehell to pick up my check from where I covered a mini-shift for Carolyn the day before we went to Charleston. When I got there, Carol Ann, Laura, and Robert were there. Robert surprised me with a hug and the proclamation that he was so glad to see me.

Why?

Well, it seems as though Robert finally irked Carolyn to no end and she's decided to take early retirement. Her daughter Vicki has also decided to resign, leaving the answering service in a bit of a lurch. ...........and they want me to come back and fill in indefinitely until they can hire more folks

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

I can't bloody bear the thought of it.

Anyway, Robert said that Mike (the big guy) had been trying to get in contact with me to make me an offer I couldn't refuse. He said that it would be made worth my while to return as my gas would be paid for and I may get a raise in pay for covering them in their time of need. He insisted that I take Mike's cell phone number to call him and tell him what my conditions would be for return. Well, first of all, I have caller ID on all my phones and Mike hasn't tried to call at all. Turns out that Mike wanted Robert to approach me and ask me the favour; however, I'm sure he knows I wouldn't do a thing for Robert because he can be an antagonistic little prick. Why else would Carolyn (one of the few true Christians I know) finally throw in the towel in exasperation? Needless to say, I didn't call Mike and I don't plan on it. If he wants to talk to me, he can call me.

Either way, I don't think I'm going back. The short time I spent there a few weeks ago threw me in a boiling rage. I'd rather my future be a Nomadic Hippie Gypsy lifestyle than an image of going out in a blaze of fury as I use people for target practice from a nearby tower. So, no. 't'ain't gonna happen.

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In other news, Carol Ann told me about a recent call she received on the Spartanburg Water District line. This guy called in and told Carol Ann that he'd been trying to use a dildo on the toilet and it slipped out and went down the toilet pipe. He was calling he friendly water company for advice on how to retrieve the sex toy. She referred him to a plumber.

Y'know, I really admire Carol Ann for her nerves of steel and her ability not to laugh in the figurative faces of some of these fine examples of Humanity. If I could have lived up to her standards, I may have been able to remain at Telehell and maintain my sanity and at least a partial respect for homo sapiens. Alas, we can't all be as resilient as my buddy.

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My Monster Name is Devil Wurk, your monster name is devil... how’s that for prestige? Devils shovel souls around the lower planes of hell. You can also find the devil in the detail, where ever that is. Devils are known for their daring and willingness to ride motorbikes through hoops of fires and over lines of cars. The Levenshtein distance between Tinhuviel and Devil is 5.
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Randomness

falkenna was kind enough to send me the pic of His Barryness with thorns on his head all Maulie-style. Once I have it uploaded to the site, I will of course mark the auspiciious occasion with posting it here.

Llew is in the throes of frustration. He can't seem to get any ISP to work on his computer. I've really missed him online, so I hope he can resolve it. He should be coming over later with a tomato. We're having salad for supper. Yum.

After having worked my fingers to the bone, figuratively speaking, I'm marginally caught up at work. All of that will change first thing tomorrow morning. It's a little demoralising to constantly be struggling up that hill. Then again, it's job security, so I won't bitch....too much.

Tomorrow, Llew and I are hanging out with Michael for a while. It'll be good to see him again. I'm absolutely certain we'll have fun and I'm hoping to find some respite in some seriously-needed subspace.

For 3 days now, I've tried to contact sri3m. Sunday, the line was busy all damned day. Monday, it rang off the hook. And today some old bat answered the phone, so I'm assuming that Mmmm has gone home from the hospital. I tried the cell phone, but got voice mail. Neither she nor insanvs have called back. If I don't get in contact tomorrow, I'm officially going back into worry mode over her.

So, here's a quiz that deserves to stand on its own. Thanks to mercymanic!

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Darth Barry

When he stayed at falkenna's house, she expanded on my sparse explanation of our obsession with Darth Maul and how Barry played a significant role in the DMEB's creation of fanfiction, at least my contributions. Either way, he became a household name at the Darth Maul Estrogen Brigade and he found that rather amusing, according to Tallis. She showed him the Maul scenes from EP1 and told him a bit more about our women's club. Inspired, he apparently ran out to her garden and collected a bunch of thorns, affixing them to his head.
Stevie snapped a picture and this is the result. Wahey!