Today at the new office: (Josiah speaking to Lang) "Do you ever see 'em bone?" - referring to the resident lady bugs.
I assure you that Josiah did not ask this question with a frame of mind similar to that of a scientist who studies insect mating.
I hope that the absence of a mind continually pondering such things helps you have more peace in your own work environment.
Or perhaps you might've thought the same thing and yet would've just decided against saying it. If so, then maybe Josiah is a hero of sorts to you.
I work in the same room with a guy named Josiah Roe. Josiah is a horrible human being. In fact, the title of this entry is a quote from one of his college professors directed at him.
Josiah constantly makes foolish and quite offensive comments. Although I'm sure the world would be better off never hearing the things I hear daily working with him, I believe good can come out of the whole thing if I post some of his comments from time to time. Every time you read the words of this man, you will feel better about the people you work with.
Here are a couple things I've had to listen to already today:
"I don't believe in a woman's right to privacy." - in response to one of the cases discussed in the senate judicial debates in which a woman's privacy was violated during a medical examination as her doctor allowed a drug salesman to come and remain in the room.
"You see why I have a hard time not believing I'm destined for greatness?" -after telling me of his plans to buy a giant dong costume so that he would be prepared to pull it out and wear it when the perfect once-in-a-lifetime occasion came.
I finally broke down Saturday and let Faith chop my hair off. She really went to town. There’s very little left. It had to be done anyway for my EMT class, since we’ll be doing ride-alongs soon. But the timing was pretty bad.
On Saturday night, I had a fresh GQ haircut and was sporting a new J Crew jacket that my mom gave me (don’t ask me why I topped it off by wearing that) as I strolled into a local bar with my good friend John Perry to check out the metal band of a guy in my EMT class. Needless to say, I felt like an ass.
I haven’t been to a metal show since I saw Maiden 2 or 3 years ago (unless you consider AndrewW.K. to be metal), and I’m way too mellow for it these days. So the distance gave me a good chance to reflect on the phenomenon.
Metal-heads are living paradoxes. There’s something non-human about scrawny dudes with long hair being testosterone-driven bad-asses. I think that fact lines up with the mythical content of so many metal songs. I won’t attempt to explain it. I’ll just leave you with that.
On a different note, after the Catacombian Folk Festival last Friday night, I’m now totally convinced that the world would be a better place if John Perry became famous in place of … well, just about anyone.