Crash Landings

I found out today that I am being transferred for my job. The only thing that would have made the day better would have been to see my Manager's face when she found out about it. You all know who I am talking about yes, T-Bag. She is off of work for the holiday season. I really have my doubts that she even knows how to spell Christmas.

I will miss everyone I work with but with a few exceptions. My blind buddy and and I went to the happiest place on earth (McDonald's) the other day and he got sick. He was mentoring a couple of new employees and asked me to take over. I thought he was coming right back, but after a while, I began to wonder. I went into the bathroom to find him sprawled out on the floor. I kicked into action, but he said he was okay and that he didn't need any help. I was going to go in for CPR, but I am still a little queasy about kissing another guy. By the way, this isn't the first time I found a buddy of mine passed out on a restroom floor. I know I talk about the restrooms a lot, please don't take it the wrong way. My room mate in college shot gunned a Fifth of Jack Daniels and then headed off to the bathroom. He too was gone for a while. I went and found him passed out on the floor with his pants off. I am not really sure why his pants were off, but I had to drag his drunk ass back to our room. I was really worried about him for a while, but he started to come around and I eventually fell asleep. Later that night, I was on the top bunk when I heard him get up. He stood up and I clapped him on the back and said that I was glad he was up when I heard him taking a piss. He pissed on our alarm clock and fish tank. Yes the fish and radio both died.

Speaking of taking things the wrong way, there is a guy in my office whom shall remain nameless, but he bares a striking resemblance to Charlie Brown. Today we were talking and he was rather restless. I asked him what was his problem, and he said that he was waiting on a marriage certificate to clear a claim. I, being the magnificent smart ass that I am fired back, "Congratulations, who's the lucky lady." To which he replied, "You assume it's lady." Obviously this is a gay joke, but the thing was, he was not joking. I forgot he called to work a couple of weeks ago on the 'National Call in Gay day.' It's an awkward moment to say the least when someone comes out of the closet.