the mail is not safe...
this is week 3 of training. let me just say that i love my job and i am incredibly proud of the fact that i am working for the cause. i can also say that the stress of planning and executing 4 weeks of training and 9 trainees is somewhat taxing. but- be that as it may, i love my job. i leave the office around 6:30 and i've been expecting a package so i go to get the mail. to my surprise there is a package from my momma!!!
sidebar: while i welcome easter- it is the onset of warmer weather, longer days, greener pastures- whatever. what i do not welcome is flooding of stores with PEEPS! make no mistake- I HATE PEEPS! it is unnatural and wrong but I HATE THOSE STUPID-ASS MARSHMALLOWS COVERED IN THEIR BRIGHTLY COLORED SUGAR. they taunt me, they mock me from the protection of their cellophane comfort zone. they stand there- so stoic- so malicious in there hateful silence and yet they say, "oh, i'm so sweet i'll make you gag!"
I... HATE... PEEPS!!! they force me to squeeze their stupid mallow-ie heads into an oblivion- i want to mush them all!
meanwhile- back at the ranch: i go to get the mail and i find 2 packages, no bills- and that is excitement. one package is a some 'count me blue' bracelets i ordered w/ proceeds going to tsunami relief (i like promoting my agenda and a cause) and then the package from my mother. i was so excited- it's been a rough coupla months and mom has been a rock, so i welcome correspondence from my mother. but would you believe-
SHE SENT PEEPS- SHE... SENT... PEEPS!
yeah- i pinched their heads- it felt real good.
i don't care much for peeps.
sidebar: while i welcome easter- it is the onset of warmer weather, longer days, greener pastures- whatever. what i do not welcome is flooding of stores with PEEPS! make no mistake- I HATE PEEPS! it is unnatural and wrong but I HATE THOSE STUPID-ASS MARSHMALLOWS COVERED IN THEIR BRIGHTLY COLORED SUGAR. they taunt me, they mock me from the protection of their cellophane comfort zone. they stand there- so stoic- so malicious in there hateful silence and yet they say, "oh, i'm so sweet i'll make you gag!"
I... HATE... PEEPS!!! they force me to squeeze their stupid mallow-ie heads into an oblivion- i want to mush them all!
meanwhile- back at the ranch: i go to get the mail and i find 2 packages, no bills- and that is excitement. one package is a some 'count me blue' bracelets i ordered w/ proceeds going to tsunami relief (i like promoting my agenda and a cause) and then the package from my mother. i was so excited- it's been a rough coupla months and mom has been a rock, so i welcome correspondence from my mother. but would you believe-
SHE SENT PEEPS- SHE... SENT... PEEPS!
yeah- i pinched their heads- it felt real good.
i don't care much for peeps.
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Easy turbo...I think you can learn to peacefully coexist with peeps...
~Casey
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