~ Pentti just learned that lesson about never asking a convenience store clerk how they’re doing. She said, “Better than I was. I ate too much sugar-free chocolate and had the runs.” Something about working crap hours for minimum wage seems to instill a high level of candid honesty in an employee. Pentti said to me when we got outside, “That‘s 5 seconds I can never relive.”
~ The receptionist here is foaming mad. She came storming in with the devil in her eyes and ranting about how infuriated she is. She was shaking a little and I could hear electricity crackling in the air. Judging from her behaviour, I had to assume cossacks had just murdered her family. I became a little concerned. There’s a pogrom in full swing and there’s been nothing about it on the radio. What should I do in the case of a pogrom and can I leave work to make sure my cat is alright?
It turns out she scratched the screen of her cellphone on one of the mail bins. The screen. Of her cellphone. Then people started to back her up saying they totally understood her anger and how mad they’d be as well. The screen. Of a cellphone. And it wasn’t even the cossacks who’d done it.