Bullocks, I have figured out the double meaning of everything at the news paper. Yes I work there, but it has taken several weeks of observation and experimentation to sort out what is double-speak and what is not.
This parallels well with the stereotypes of having a girlfriend. (No, not about YOU). For instance, when a girl asks a guy, "Does this dress make me look fat?," even if it does, we don't have the desire to be in the dog house and answer politely, "No, you look great." Chances are that your guy will say no, no matter what because he doesn't care all that much about how you look with clothes on.
In the same way, my colleagues answer questions and act with the "expected" responses, being nice and non-controversial, while behind your back, spew outrageously horrendous sh*t about you. And when I say "you," I am talking about me. My insecurities just put me in that, most-hated-person-in-the-room mode.
Other infamous double speak is the oh-so popular, "I liked it." Referring to things written. I write a weekly column and give it to others to read, to get their feedback. I have a trusted source of critique, but she is bias. But when I ask other colleagues, I get a quick glance over, with a just-as-quick summation of "I liked it." — You can be hard on me, I mean come on! We are journalists for Christ's sake.
In roommate news, tonight I was watching Monday night football when the Hendrix-wannabe came back from what looked like a short, exhausting bike ride. He must have been wearing the flashlight on his head for traveling in the dark.
He went in his room for no more than three minutes, only to emerge from behind his white-shuttered door and said, "can you lower the volume a little," and without an answer, retreated back into his room. I was so pissed that I just turned off the f**king TV and went to my room.
The guy plays his guitar at 8-0f -10 volume on his amp and is asking me to lower the volume on the TV? It wasn't even close to being loud. It is not my fault that mister dog ears picked the room with the echo-prone wooden floors. I almost told him tough sh*t, but was too angry to look at him.
My plan this week, to make his life a living hell. Tomorrow night, when I emerge from the newspaper, at whatever time that might be, I am going to make myself dinner. And he can complain all he wants, but he started it.
As for car news, Audi revealed the 2009 A4 last week and confirmed that it is still a luxury sport coup that I want and cannot afford. Until next time; "Help control the pet population; have your pet spayed or neutered."— Bob Barker
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