When the cat’s away

All of the managers are out today, so I’ve carefully put together a list of things to do:

1) Update GS (which I’ve been lazy about doing for awhile)
2) Watch three episodes of MacGyver (I’ll finish season three today!)
3) Watch three episodes of The Tudors
With a liquid lunch at Union Station, that should get me through the day.

I’ve been bad at work recently.  I hung up on a veteran the other day, and I feel vaguely guilty about it.  He wanted free, electronic copies of our books.  I told him that we can’t do that, and he replied that we could, because he was a veteran.

“I fought for your freedom!  Now I’m crippled and it hurts my hands to read a book!  I want them electronically on my computer, and you owe it to me to do so!”

I told him, nope, can’t.

He replied, “When you say ‘can’t’, do you know what you sound like?  You sound like –”

And that’s when I hung up on him.  What the fuck?  Go to a fucking library.  Have your California homosexual live-in pool boy read it to you, mister fucking entitlement.  I didn’t ask you to fight for me.  I don’t even believe we’re really free.  We’re living the Nazi ideal.  We defeated a tyranny just to install our own ultra-capitalist tyranny.  Hell, at least the Nazi’s had a drop of socialism.

And I’m certainly not responsible for you taking a bullet, asshole.  Should have hunkered down behind those sandbags, sunshine.

Anyway, I thought only poor black people fought in wars.  And my grandfather.  But all those World War II people are crazy.  When they go on about being vets, I’m a bit more respectful.  Because they charged at Panzers wearing nothing but cotton shirts.  Not even ale-drunk Saxon warriors did that sort of nonsense.

Where was I?  Oh, yes.  The lazy update.  Which is what this is.  Then I’ll do about 10 minutes of work to clear the decks and load up CBS.com for some hot Richard Dean Anderson mullet action!

Everyone hum the MacGyver theme song with me!