Tuesday, July 12, 2005

So after work yesterday I walked down 57th street from 8th ave to Lexington Ave. It's kind of a long way, but it drove home the point that if you're filthy goddamned rich, New York is a pretty cherry place to live. As soon as you hit 5th Ave and Park Ave, that's really where the "We actually give a shit what this part of town looks like" rubber hits the road. I was going to meet up with Kc and Jim at Home Depot. I found them drinking beers in some alcove next to a loading dock for some ritzy shopping center. We promptly got kicked out as soon as I started monkeying around with the door handles. We walked past Home Depot and there were literally doormen in suit jackets with orange stripes on the sleeves opening the doors for the patrons entering and exiting. It was pretty ridiculous. Needless to say, purchasing a large sheet of plywood at this Home Depot was not an option. I'm pretty sure the sole function of this Home Depot was just to make really filthy goddamned rich people feel like they're still somewhat in touch with the common man because, "Hey, at least I ATTEMPTED to lower myself to the act of going to Home Depot to find a new flush arm for my non-functional toilet. But in the end I just had Ezmirelda do it."

At my work there's these weird cleaning ladies who come in your ofice and empty the trash and scrub down your desk while you're still there at 7pm. It's weird. I can't really say I'm a big fan of that. Especially because none of them speak english and they all just sort of grunt at you if you pleasantly say hi. I really don't need that kind of aggression when I'm trying to finish up some crap so I can get the hell home before 9pm ... Which I never do. Lame.

Zac, if you really want to know about Ramtha, please reference the Abraham Lincoln Killing Machine song based on that topic. It is quite informative as well as a toe-tapper.

"All who have legs must bow down"