January 11, 2010
i think she just fell off the truck.
3:00 PM | Posted by
jenniy
and cracked her head pretty hard on the way down.
I recently overheard a discussion between two of my younger coworkers. The guy, who is 24, will be hereafter referred to as Errandboy. He's sorta like my employer's bitch. It's cute. And the girl, who is about to be 22, shall forever be affectionately named Bubbles. I don't think an explanation will be needed after I relate this little tale.
I work in pharmacy as a tech. There's really less than 10 employees in the entire store and we all know each other pretty well. Errandboy and Bubbles were discussing which schools they had gone to over the years. Apparently, in the county I work in, there's a city system and a county system and the two of them were discussing differences and personal preferences. The city system is, I guess, even in this small town, sorta like an inner city school. Very few white kids and a lot of everything else... Errandboy, having attended both for a little while, stated that he preferred the city system even though he was only 1 of maybe a dozen white kids there.
Bubbles scoffed at this. "WHY?!?" she demanded to know.
He replied that it just wasn't as "clique-ish" as the county system and that he enjoyed that social experience a great deal more. In fact, he went on to say that the county students formed tight-knit groups which very rarely transversed the boundaries they set for themselves.
Bubbles was pretty incredulous. She shook her head emphatically, a look of surprise on her face. "No, we weren't!" she said. "We didn't have cliques. I would talk to anybody who spoke to me no matter what," she said. "I mean, but I was friends with all the cheerleaders and football players even though I wasn't a cheerleader or anything." She looked at him pointedly as if she'd just proven something with her statment.
"All your friends were either cheerleaders or football players? Did you hang out with anybody else?"
"I mean, no. But I'd talk to anybody who said hey to me or whatever."
At this point, I'm laughing...the innane things we discuss on a slow afternoon.... but still... "Do you even know what clique means, for fuck's sake?"
"Yeah!!"
Errandboy thanked her for proving his point. The look of confusion never really left her face.
I recently overheard a discussion between two of my younger coworkers. The guy, who is 24, will be hereafter referred to as Errandboy. He's sorta like my employer's bitch. It's cute. And the girl, who is about to be 22, shall forever be affectionately named Bubbles. I don't think an explanation will be needed after I relate this little tale.
I work in pharmacy as a tech. There's really less than 10 employees in the entire store and we all know each other pretty well. Errandboy and Bubbles were discussing which schools they had gone to over the years. Apparently, in the county I work in, there's a city system and a county system and the two of them were discussing differences and personal preferences. The city system is, I guess, even in this small town, sorta like an inner city school. Very few white kids and a lot of everything else... Errandboy, having attended both for a little while, stated that he preferred the city system even though he was only 1 of maybe a dozen white kids there.
Bubbles scoffed at this. "WHY?!?" she demanded to know.
He replied that it just wasn't as "clique-ish" as the county system and that he enjoyed that social experience a great deal more. In fact, he went on to say that the county students formed tight-knit groups which very rarely transversed the boundaries they set for themselves.
Bubbles was pretty incredulous. She shook her head emphatically, a look of surprise on her face. "No, we weren't!" she said. "We didn't have cliques. I would talk to anybody who spoke to me no matter what," she said. "I mean, but I was friends with all the cheerleaders and football players even though I wasn't a cheerleader or anything." She looked at him pointedly as if she'd just proven something with her statment.
"All your friends were either cheerleaders or football players? Did you hang out with anybody else?"
"I mean, no. But I'd talk to anybody who said hey to me or whatever."
At this point, I'm laughing...the innane things we discuss on a slow afternoon.... but still... "Do you even know what clique means, for fuck's sake?"
"Yeah!!"
Errandboy thanked her for proving his point. The look of confusion never really left her face.
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being in school now, I can see how we all kinda paired off into our comfort zones. It's not like I don't like the other kids it's just I can only be nice to so many people each day.
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