July 05, 2007-12:32 p.m.
Have I really not updated since February?!?
I’ve been working sooooo much. Averaging 60-65 hours a week and sleeping the rest of the time. For the next three weeks, however, I will be in training. I’ll be working from home on my ‘unsupported’ Green Acres-esque, beamed from a local water tower, high-speed internet connection.
A few weeks ago, after a long day at the office, I decided to stop by Subway on my way home from work for a tuna sandwich. The Subway location closest to my house is located inside a truck stop. I go in and the man working behind the counter asks me how I am doing and I say “Fine” and being the polite person that I am, I also said “How are you” fully expecting that his response would be “Fine” as well. Evidently, at this point I was mistaken for a person who actually cared how he was doing and what was going on in his, I can only assume actively imagined, life.
Subway Man: “My ex-wife just called and said she got a call from the school and our son is failing. We’ve tried everything. We’re thinking of sending him to military school. What can I get you?”
Sa: “I’ll have the tuna on wheat.”
Subway Man: “Would you like cheese? What I really can’t understand is what happened with him. You see, I was the valedictorian of my high school.”
Sa: “Cheddar. Must be hard”
I’m thinking, surely to god he does not expect me to believe that he was the valedictorian of his high school and now the best he can do is work at a Subway in a rural truckstop.
Subway Man: “And the thing is, my wife was valedictorian at her high school, too.”
This is the place where I resisted the enormous temptation to explain to him what he probably should already know as valedictorian of his high school class---that intellect is not an inherited characteristic.
Sa: “Hmmmm. Ranch, black olives, lettuce, tomato, pickles.”
I still can’t help but wonder what it was about me that made him think I would believe that crap or why he would think I would want to know anymore about his pathetic life than I could glean from the fact that he works at a Subway in a rural truckstop in the middle of nowhere.
**Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.**