Shakes Fist

At the library during my lunch break today, there were two teenage girls- they couldn't have been more than 13-14 years old. They were both wearing matching short-shorts and tiny tank tops, and they were both LOUD and obnoxious. Talking to each other, and on their cellphones, and then flirting with and talking to a guy who was MUCH older than them, with the one girl also showing said guy pictures of her sister "at the beach". Then they asked the guy if he was gay...I couldn't quite follow the logic of that one, except that the girls were, you know, 13-14 years old and I guess that's teenage logic? I dunno. The beach sister girl was on my left, and a middle-aged gentlemen was on my right. The guy on my right leaned over at one point, when the girls were being especially obnoxious, and dead-panned, "Oh, to be young again." and I laughed and said, "Ya know?" I left a few minutes later, mostly to avoid the increasingly growing urge to suddenly shout, "Shut the fuck up, you little squanches! No one wants to hear about your Myspace page! And for God's sake, put some pants on!"

On my way back to work, it suddenly occurred to me: Does it mean I'm old when a middle-aged man looks to me for solidarity against the youth of today? And does it mean I'm old when I totally feel that solidarity and was even thinking it first?

Anyhoo, on to a subject that is the opposite of solidarity: The cleaning people at my work don't like me. I didn't just come to this conclusion; I've suspected it for awhile, starting with the time they broke a lamp in my old office and continuing with the multiple times they've thrown my stuff on the floor and knocked things over on my desk, all in the name of "cleaning" my desk, even though everyone else says their desks never get wiped down. My latest "message" from them was clear: they want me to kiss their asses. What makes me think so? The fact that they moved a tiny toy elephant on my desk into this position, and left it for me to find the next morning:


And on a completely unrelated note, I was looking through the pictures on my cellphone yesterday whilst waiting for Cory to finish a game of Halo 3 and pay attention to me, when I came across three pictures I can only assume were taken by me accidentally pressing the camera button on the side of the phone without noticing:

This is me leaving work with a cup of water...

This is the corner of my coffee table and my cat...

This one took me a minute, but it's my arm and what looks like my work bag, presumably getting ready to get out of my car...

I should totally be a photographer.

Have a great Wednesday, everyone!