Oh, The Hypocrisy of the PoPo

Today is Tuesday, a day of the week most decidedly better than the one prior as I'm actually getting payed as a temp, but not quite as awesome as the next when chances are I'll be getting payed as an unemployed, but highly valuable, member of society. While a day of work is what I've been longing for, and it puts me one day closer to the "ultimate fun" of the weekend, this particular Tuesday is doing absolutely nothing for me.

This Tuesday began with the overwhelming possibility of an exciting day of fast paced and fun filled work--work that, with any luck could turn in to more than just a single day. (I'm not saying I wanted the sinus infection that has forced out the regular receptionist to spread and develop in to something fatal, but... maybe a short hospital stay would have been nice.) Now, at 5:15 pm, it appears as if the sinus infection that was on the verge of plague has improved immensely with simple antibiotics, the overwhelming possibilities at this company have trounced me instead, and the ticket I got 2 months ago was today assigned a monetary value--an obscene, completely ridiculous, unaffordable-on-a-temp's-salary value.

Thank you, Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department for forcing me to pay for the accident that the Police Officer I saw just a few days ago talking on his cell phone for a full fifteen minutes must have caused. That totally works for me. In fact, next time you guys want to drive all over Los Angeles and completely ignore your uber important new legislation, I'll cover whatever happens, no problem. Oh yeah--and I know this new law covers texting and talking, but I don't believe donut fondling is in there. Just to be fair, I'll cover that too. I wouldn't want your department to suffer sans donut if one should happen to cause an accident. That would just be wrong...I mean you might get in shape. That's just plain unacceptable.

On that note, I have to run. It's almost 6 pm and I have to fill out my time card, and then go get ready for my other job. You know the one I'm talking about, I just "picked it up."

Oh yeah--one more thing. Since I think this "no talking while driving" legislation is so important and I've offered to cover it when you inevitably fuck up, you can't arrest me for my second job. Really, it's fine. For all I've done for you, you'll really be doing me a solid if you just keep driving.

Boo to hypocritical police officers with no sympathy. What, did I have a sign that said "NO JOB!! PICK ME!" on the roof of my car?