My Jacked Up Life

Since I’ve started this blog many people have asked if I plan on writing stories about thing’s that happen at my work place. And this is my answer…..I would love too but that would get me fired. As I have stated to many of you in the past, this place is a freak parade and has some really strange and funny stories. It’s a great place to people watch if weirdo’s crack you up, like they do me.

Here’s the ‘official’ reason. Even though I work for a public institution, when people come in here they have to be guaranteed privacy. We can’t tell who’s checking out book’s on STD’s, fixing your failing marriage, the Kama Sutra or the voices you hear in your head.

 I would love to be able to tell you about the guy who was in here last summer looking for Hitler’s new auto-biography that is the sequel to Mein Kamp, but I can’t. (Wonder if that was about the after-life. LOL) Or about the really fat midget that ran past my desk and scared the crap out of me, but again, I can’t.

Maybe I should take a Lord Voldemort way of doing referring to my work place. In the Harry Potter series they refer to Voldemort as ‘he-who-must-not-be-named’. We could call this ‘the-place-I’m-not-supposed-to-talk-about’. How ‘Harry Potter’ of me.

Who know’s? Maybe once I hit that lotto and blow this popscicle stand I can let loose. In that case, I would be able to write my first book .