A Game of Drones

 Oh goddddd the two dock clerks got at it at work today, out of the blue, towards the end of the day, and I was so not ready. This makes woman three and four to storm into my boss's office to scream and cry and melt down over the course of the past... two years? Three? The first one was myself, of course. (I am speaking of my current boss, a black man in his mid or late fifties who must wonder regularly at his choices in life re: accepting a job as office manager of this particular madhouse in corporate America.) Anyway, I think I was going through some leftover effects of covid, and also our general manager is a little butt who needs his a--*takes a sip of my highball and forgets what I was going to type*.

(I am not actually drinking a highball as I didn't buy any unflavored seltzer water and also I gave all my heavy booze to my friend, oh well.)

Anyway, the dock office has spawned the rest of the Screaming Women, as it is the center of whatever madness forms in this place. That's where you deal with the truck drivers. Enough said. Anyway, the second woman has high anxiety and is probably autistic like her son, and she had a classic meltdown stemming from too much suddenly put on her shoulders re: helping my counterpart customer service rep with his insane customers and their demands). That was a few weeks ago. Today it was the two dock clerks, both relatively new, but one has been here a couple years now and the other just a few months. They are also classic examples of white southern American womanhood: one (the newer one) has the personality of a cheese grater and I've been observing her effect on people in the office--fortunately not me as I am now old and wise and so far have been able to deal with her just fine). The other one is all "darlin', honey, sweetie" in that rather sad way. Sweet seeming but you never know what's bubbling below the sugar crust and today we found out.

So I sat there thinking "well, let's go to my happy place" which was "after 4:30 PM when I'm in my car driving away", while the Sturm und Drang went on. (By the way, this text program kept trying to capitalize every letter in "und" for some godforsaken reason.)

It's amazing I keep this old account even though I have a much fancier one, with a domain name. I just can't get into that other one. I can barely write anything these days at all. One day, maybe, I will review all the youtubes I waste my time on, mostly people who live in Japan (natives and a couple of transplanted whities), this guy who goes camping to test various camping equipment brands (it's very mellow), some Korean vlogs too, some recipe ones (I've been avoiding those lately as I'm on my FODMAP journey and it's just depressing to see all that garlic), some home decor shows (they are basically shows), some typewriter and fountain pen enthusiasts. Stay tuned! She says to the rows of empty seats.