The Workermonkey

Thursday, June 10, 2004

The day after yesterday is today 

# posted by Supreme Monkey Overlord @ 6/10/2004 08:58:00 PM

The early afternoon sun has brought the much needed warmth of summer that has been missing for some time now. it’s a clear sky and people are coming out of everywhere to enjoy the nicest day we’ve had in awhile. Me, I’m sitting at computer tune and lube waiting for my radiator to get flushed. Much more enjoyable then floating endlessly across a lake in an inner tube, smoking a joint and drinking some luke warm beers. I’d try to preform the work my self but in my current living conditions I’m devoid of tools and space. Coming here is just easier.
So, instead, I’m sitting In the waiting room trying to drownout the excessive noise provided by the TV in the corner. There is a woman sitting across from me watching some crappy movie on A&E as if she’s interested. In my head, I stand up and throw the TV through the window to my right and then slap the woman. In reality, I sit here punching away at these keys wondering why my car hasn’t been brought into the shop yet.
I’m barraged with advertisements telling me what I should and shouldn’t be, what I should buy and how a cup of coffee can slow down my life. I glance at the woman sitting with me and see that she has broken her concentration away from the TV while the commercials air. I guess I give her credit for that. She is thrilled by the half assed acting and cheesy story line about a washout mother trying to keep her kids, but when the commercials come on its like a switch goes off in her head telling her to snap back to reality. She picks her head up and looks around as if trying to see whats changed about her surroundings while the television had her mind captivated.
There are two plant existing in the waiting room, one fake, the other half alive. It sits on top of the candy machine and its leaves are falling off faster then the seattle mariners. Its obvious it hasn’t been watered in some time. I’m guessing that’s why the other plant is fake. Are these plants supposed to take the place of atmosphere? I wouldn’t think the grease monkies in the shop could care less about them and there is no office here which means no managerial type to take care of them.
A new lady has entered the room. She sat down and showed the same quiet disgust I did for the lame A&E movie showing and picked up the copy of yesterdays paper sitting on the table. She doesn’t notice that its yesterdays paper. I’d be shocked if it even made a difference. She came in in a rush and was just shy of being polite to the staff here.
I look over at the contents of the waiting room table and see a few kids books and some crayons. I’m sure this isn’t the most exciting place for kids but I’m also pretty sure that a box of crayons with no paper isn’t going to add to the excitment. At this point I have no idea where I’m going with this. It will also come to abrupt end once my name is called and the job is finished. Hearing your name is like winning the lotto here, it means your time is up and your car is ready to re-enter the abuse we all put them through everyday. The dull numbness of a waiting room is lifted and you can continue with life again. This waiting room proves to be another great use of my new laptop.
Have you ever sat in the middle of a calm lake? You produce small ripples in the water that extend outward, continuously increasing in size until they fade into nothing. These ripples remind me of an auora or a sphere of influence. Like the influence each of us have on our surroundings. It can be large or small depending on how much we act and its span is of a limited distance. Your influence only effects so much in the world around you. the more you move and cause motion the bigger your influence is. That was my stoned thought for the day yesterday.


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1 comments

You make me want a laptop. Thats the best time to write- when your in a situation like that. Maybe once i get a real job, but for now its a luxury i cant afford.

By  Brancibeer, at Monday, June 14, 2004 4:47:00 PM  

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