Sunday, October 03, 2004
I bought The Daily Show writers' book about America yesterday. It reads like a textbook, so I still managed to fall asleep on it. The bookstore Amy and I went to sold select bestsellers for forty percent off; I could not resist when I saw Jon Stewart lying on the table. My love infatuations are torn between Jon Stewart, Steve Irwin, and that British guy who hosts occasional ancient history specials on PBS.
Elliott's commentary on how dirty lying liars make him feel gullible made me think of my manager, Keri, who ranted at me for twenty minutes last night as we closed about Rebecca (an assistant manager) requesting off tonight to study for a test, an excuse Keri believes is entirely fabricated. Keri felt taken advantage of and she raved for quite a while before asking, "Lauree, do you think I'm being a B-I-T-C-H [she spelled it out]; am I over reacting?" I had been attempting desperately to wipe everything down and clean the store for closing as I usually do while still looking interested in Keri's conversation with me-but-more-herself; her question sort of threw me. I cannot tell a lie: I chopped down the cherry tree and liked it, but I managed to cop out of a real response by saying I hadn't known Rebecca long enough to pass judgment. People who ask those sorts of things thoroughly irritate me, because I know dadgum well Keri did not want my actual opinion. She wouldn't have liked it.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:25 AM]