whassat cha say?
Oh yeah! AngerTrain just called. Being in a good mood he changed his greeting from, "Hey, ya bastahd," to "Yo, scumbag face."
[He's so gross. At the end of our call I told him (did not ask) not to call me that. Bastard is fine. Much more preferable. He could be so much more creative, though. He has been. I'm just challenging him to reach his potential.]
At any rate, you might guess from so charming a greeting that he got his jobbiejob with Amtrak. He's v. happy. V. v. happy.
He had to take the Hogan personality test. He did such a good job. They said he was highly recommended.
Fools!
I was most impressed with his ability to tell the test that he was a-okay.
I thought he might be excited and feel relaxed. He does. A bit. But he can keep the name AngerTrain. He said that the Southern bastards could kiss his Scottish ass. He also mentioned that he'd like to "leave a steaming shit" on somebody's desk. I said, "You sound angry." He said, "That's not anger. That's revenge."
Then he gave me an evil laugh.
The beard was worth leaving behind. The suit was worth wearing. Taking the full complement of his medication for the first time in years was worth it.
Oh, sweetie AngerTrainie, he's such a good boy.
Posted by dotty at September 2, 2004 08:18 PM