Friday, September 21, 2012

Conversation with a co-worker

Him: I was in the diner and this homeless guy was telling his friend about how his girlfriend was murdered and I was, like, uh, I'm trying to eat.
Me: Did you say that to him?
Him: No but it was disgusting. He didn't even order food and I was trying to eat.
Me: So this man was homeless and his girlfriend was murdered and you just made it all about you? And how it wrecked your meal?
Him: Uh, yeah.
Me: That's why I think you're a dick.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Open Letter to a Dick

Hey, Romney, I get a refund every year on my income tax but not on my payroll taxes which, on the average, constitutes about nine percent of a low wage person's pay. I don't get food stamps because I don't pay rent as someone lets me sleep for free in a walk in closet and 15.5k gross annual income makes me too wealthy for MedicAid; the temporary coverage I had came with a high deductible and I could use it only because I needed an expensive procedure that met the threshold. If I qualify for temporary restricted care again, I probably won't be able to use it because a $4,443 deuctible is absurdly high -- and purposely so.  I don't have a full time, full paying job because there are so few available in my field -- so, yeah, I think I am entitled to some government help, you stupid shit.