Inappropriate Love Interests
So about an hour after I left work last night, some delivery guy was stabbed multiple times, um, right outside the door of our building. A group of young men stabbed him and then took his delivery. To quote my sister: What the fuck is wrong with people?
My work office is located within an apartment building, our "office" is technically an apartment. Our staff were basically the first responders last night. Needless to say the staff that were on duty were quite traumatized, having come face-to-face with the perpetrators and having witnessed the immediate aftermath of the assault.
It's really hard for me to say what my reaction would have been had I been there. I can say fairly definitely I'm glad I wasn't there. I don't want to be afraid to go to work, and right now I'm not. The truth of the matter is, this area of town has always been sketchy. A few streets away, where I delivered newspapers as a child, there have been at least a few murders only within the last five years. Mostly drug-related, but still.
On a completely unrelated note: For the last two days, at the entrance of the complex where I work, there has been a group of girls hanging about. They have a long rope attached to a fence on one side of the road, and one of them is "attached" to the other end of the rope, on the other side of the road - they are using it as a skipping rope. That in itself is not so unusual. The strange thing they have been doing is holding up a large, flopping piece of corrugated cardboard every time a driver passes. Bold and sloppy, it reads:
"Honk if You Love Jesus."
I find this absolutely fucking hysterical. I see the girls, and an uncontrollable grin spreads across my face. The girls see it. They grin. We laugh. I honk. Thrilled by the reaction, they hoot and holler. It's ridiculous. They know it's ridiculous, I know they know, and they know I know, and they're a few hundred yards and hours away from a near homicide.
Oh, life is beautiful. Oh, and the title of this post? That's the most I can say.
My work office is located within an apartment building, our "office" is technically an apartment. Our staff were basically the first responders last night. Needless to say the staff that were on duty were quite traumatized, having come face-to-face with the perpetrators and having witnessed the immediate aftermath of the assault.
It's really hard for me to say what my reaction would have been had I been there. I can say fairly definitely I'm glad I wasn't there. I don't want to be afraid to go to work, and right now I'm not. The truth of the matter is, this area of town has always been sketchy. A few streets away, where I delivered newspapers as a child, there have been at least a few murders only within the last five years. Mostly drug-related, but still.
On a completely unrelated note: For the last two days, at the entrance of the complex where I work, there has been a group of girls hanging about. They have a long rope attached to a fence on one side of the road, and one of them is "attached" to the other end of the rope, on the other side of the road - they are using it as a skipping rope. That in itself is not so unusual. The strange thing they have been doing is holding up a large, flopping piece of corrugated cardboard every time a driver passes. Bold and sloppy, it reads:
"Honk if You Love Jesus."
I find this absolutely fucking hysterical. I see the girls, and an uncontrollable grin spreads across my face. The girls see it. They grin. We laugh. I honk. Thrilled by the reaction, they hoot and holler. It's ridiculous. They know it's ridiculous, I know they know, and they know I know, and they're a few hundred yards and hours away from a near homicide.
Oh, life is beautiful. Oh, and the title of this post? That's the most I can say.
posted by Black Egg at 9:37 PM
4 Comments:
hmmm... is it like the country song? "looking for love in all the wrong places..." or what?.
hmmm... well if its at your work, then hopefully its not a client, and perhaps its your boss, again, hmmm... the best advice that was ever given to me,(that of course i didnt ever listen to) was "don't shit where you eat."
not that im giving that advice to you, of course. but love will happen when ever and how ever it wants.... good luck. stabbing out side your work? crazy... when i was stabbed, i walked into a doc-in-the-box and asked "hey do you think i need stitches..."
Oh, it's not that interesting. Just a crush. I shouldn't even talk about it. It can't happen. Not my boss. Not a client. I don't even want to give it any traction by talking about it seriously...
So when were you stabbed? Where? How? Good scar? (C'mon, scars can be, ya know, kinda hot - esp. w/ a good story...)
wow, that's freaky. I hope the person who got stabbed is okay...
That image of those girls made me crack up. I see similar things in my area...except it's usually college girls and they are holding signs that say "Honk if you love Unicorns"...seriously...weird lesbians...:)
The guy is ok for someone who had been stabbed at least 3x and lost quite a bit of blood in the parking lot. The way the whole thing went down is totally bizarre and makes no sense. Shit happens, I guess. Some people at work are freaked (mostly those who were there at the time), I think it sucks but am no more afraid than I was before. It's not a particularly "safe" section of town.
Lesbians loving unicorns? That really makes no sense if you think about it :)
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