It is very official, I need to lose some pounds.
I was at the gym, hat down low, ear buds in and away on an elliptical in the corner.
This guy comes out of his way to come talk to me. (I mean God bless him for having the guts to make the approach.)
And although Chris Rock has the joke, I said way before him, but I will credit him with it since nobody knows who I am.
To paraphrase, white girls don’t need a scale, they know they need to lose weight when a black guy starts hitting on them.
Did I mention the guy was black? Yes, the black guy, named Prince.
Now, most people probably think, maybe I’m being racist. I still stand by that it isn’t me so much as my pussy.
That being said, he is just not an attractive chap on any level.
I was shocked because I feel like I usually give off a wicked butch vibe and apparently he was not feeling it.
I suppose none of this is relevant and at the end of the day, I need to lose some weight, stat!
It seems the President is need of a new Chief of Staff and I would be more than happy to fill in.
It seems to put no thought into who he picks for positions in his administration, at the very least I would harangue him about that big, beautiful wall we were promised.
I actually would be really good at that job, I am super organized and I’m great at telling people to fuck off, both politely and impolitely.
On top of that, who could be a more random pick than some unknown.
This is total reality television show theatrics and dramatics.
Or if he is not interested, perhaps he should just bring back Hope Hicks.
One of the most annoying things about work is having to go to functions with people you work with outside of work.
I can at least justify having to spend my time with them during regular work hours as I am being compensated.
However, once it turns into a lets get drinks and dinner, it makes me feel dirty to have to attend because I do not enjoy spending time with them while I’m at work. Why on Earth would I want to take my personal time and use it on them?
The worst part is you can’t get retarded, at least if you could get really fucked up, perhaps the entire thing might be tolerable. However, this is not even an option. If you were to get stupid, it would be a one way ticket to HR land.
Lord, give me strength for this evening. I will desperately need it.