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My Sweet Lord

Wednesday night I went to a mantra meditation class in East Jesus Carmichael to get out of the house and perhaps learn something/enjoy myself. I mostly accomplished using up all my gas, but I also sucessfully belted out, "Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare" with the stoned-ass instructor, a stoned-ass couple, and a social anxiety disorder-inflicted Asian girl (she volunteered this information and later ran from me in the parking lot on the way out when I attempted to make conversation). This made me think of that one George Harrison song, which I located and listened to at work the next morning on my headphones. Within seconds my boss was poking me in the shoulder. I pulled off my headphones and smiled at him.

"TURN THAT OFF, WE CAN HEAR IT OVER THERE."

I fumbled to turn it down and lost my smile. Is he serial? I can't listen to George Harrison on headphones while ordering rebar to house inmates? God dammmit, I hate my life. I turned it off, bitterly noting that he had said, "off" and not "down." I considered researching union policy to see if he could in fact, tell me to turn George Harrison off. Hell, I have to listen to Jesus Guy's conservative talk radio and his own honky tonk music day in and day out. Why is everyone always telling me to turn off what brings a modicum of joy to the meaningless sea of my existence? (Source: http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/031505).

I began angrily furrowing my brow and furiously typing in Craigslist for jobs while my boss moved on to yucking it up with fellow employees. Goldie's, Suzie's, and other part-time cashiere jobs at porn stores popped up. I quickly consulted good friend Yoga Pants via email to see what he thought of my working there instead.

"They won't let you blare George Harrison either," he broke it down for me, "and you'll meet a lot of pervs. Nostalgic pervs. I can't believe porn stores are still in business.Plus they won't pay you as much."

I chewed my pencil and mulled it over. He was right. I wouldn't be able to make my rent or Comcast bill selling DVD copies of Ass Masters 7. I hit up my other friend who suggested cam whoring. I nodded to myself. I'd already showed the goods to randoms when drunk. I think. So why not get paid for it?

And I don't give a flying fuck if my viewers don't like George Harrison.

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fireyice01
Sep. 27th, 2014 01:33 am (UTC)
Camwhoring
You think you'll meet a lot of pervs in a sex shop... Where do you think the ones that can't be bothered to leave their mother's basement are going to be like?
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