An overwhelming sense of dread and disgust. (Originally posted on Myspace Wednesday, July 13, 2005)

Ok. So the guys I work with. The guys I work with specifically. Now don't get me wrong. They have all been really cool with me. The have helped me aclimate myself to this new environment. And I love coming into work everyday. But it is an interesting group. There are three of them. They basically breakdown like this: Chuck - Loves fishing, football, being right, being the boss of pretty much everything. Anthony - Probably the guy with whom I have the most in common...he's also the second newest guy so we bond on being pushed around while we "pay our dues" - chuck or "earn our stripes" - glen. And Glen: Basically all Glen concerns himself with is partying and girls. He is EXACTLY the kind of guy with a subcription to Maxim...and he has one. He is the kind of guy who would have been my absolute best buddy about five years ago...He can party...all I can say is you should have seen him at E3. And he is without a doubt the biggest ladies man I have every known...not in a sad pathetic "i'll sleep with anything way" but more of a John F. Kennedy, "Happy Birthday Mr. President" way. There are a lot of ladies out there I know that I would hook him up with but I know it would all end in tears and I'd have to have one too many "Why doesn't Glen call me?" type conversations...

I honestly get along with all of them pretty good...but I feel like this place would make an interesting Reality TV show...

Like for example, Chuck...has absolutly NO sense of Irony. None. Not even a little. Not even in an "Oh wait a minute...you're not serious are you..." I could look him in the eye and say anything...no matter how awful or stupid an he would just accept it at face value...it's made for some funny situations...

We were talking about the Red Sox one day...and I don't know much about baseball, so mostly I talk about it sarcastically like to show how little i know about it...but I DO know that Kurt Schlling pitched in the world series last year despite the fact that he had a torn ankle tendon and he ended up pulling his stiches out and bleeding through his sock... and it was like this big thing on the TV about how heroic he was cause of his bloody sock or something like that...

Anyway, we were talking baseball...or rather chuck was...and I said, "Yeah but what about Kurt Shilling and his bloody sock..."

And Chuck didn't know about it and I started to sarcastically talk about what a great moment for America it was that this guy had pitched this baseball game even though his sock was bloody and how they interviewed him and he said, (and then I used my dumbest Hick Yokel voice to truly show my disgust at how stupid it all was)"It wasn't me out ther pitching...it was jesus...he saw me through this...I thank GOD..." and instead of giving me this look like, "man what a cheeseball" or even "hey don't make fun of deeply held religious beliefs" he looked me dead in the eye and said, "amen to that brother.." and then launched into a diatribe about all those times on the football field that he felt that Jesus helped him through some tough spots...

And I just shut the hell up...I was really in awe of this guys earnest response...I mean I realised then that I was sitting in a room with a group of guys (or at least one guy) who would think it would be OK to kill me if I said "I hate jesus...the bible is a lie" or worse yet, "you know I basically think that American Foreign policy is really out of line with the rest of the free world"...that they might just turn me over to the Office of Homeland security...

Still though...these guys do keep things entertaining...I'm just learning how best to communicate with them...

Strange and horrible truths in a land given over to the lowest common denominator...