Friday, November 05, 2004

There's this guy is on my extended team and we've had some conversations, but not real communication. He's not really much of a conversationalist. So I was surprised when he asked me out to lunch last week. He's a strange cat so I wasn't sure what to do. Being a team member I couldn't just ignore him; he seemed to be a sad fellow and lunches with me tend to make people's days. I eventually made plans with him for today, but figured I'd save myself from him by inviting other people. Well, that was a mistake. This was one of the most uncomfortable lunches ever. And not just the lunch. The elevator ride down to the lobby, walk to the car, drive to the restaurant, lunch itself, and then the same cycle back. And the waiter was shitty so we were there for almost 1 1/2 hours.

I like to keep my political thoughts to myself. Or, at the very least, away from people I work with. There's a couple reasons: not to offend anyone and not to look like an ignorant ass. Well, the three people I went to lunch obviously do not share the same opinion on opining. Anyone who actually discussing leaving the country because of the outcome of a presidential election is an idiot. Anyone who believes that we're about to reinstate the draft is an idiot. Anyone who thinks the Constitution of the United States of America can be changed without the states of those United States is an idiot. I only wish I didn't work with these people or I would've chimed in. I feel sick for not saying anything, but I'm not going to change their thoughts. People on the extremes, both right and left, are ideological zealots who should be shot on sight. Except Bubba.

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