Brain Coolant
So, in the great tradition of Fry from Futurama...I am a delivery boy. I am trusted with the quasi-sacred task of transporting and ensuring the safety of valuable automotive parts; I am the linch pin in the grand scheme of people who are far too busy (or lazy...whatever) to go and pick up their own purchases. I am convenience incarnate. You can probably see where this is leading... In the timeless words of Rodney Dangerfield...I get no respect. Mechanics have a keen mind for remembering when I took more than 10 minutes (across town...during rush hour) to bring them their needed parcels, and never seem to remember the times I FLEW their rush package (breaking a slew of traffic laws in the process) in under five minutes (again, across town...but not during rush hour, I'd be dead). This if fine though, due to the compassionate and understanding administration at my company (re-read last sentence seasoned with heavy sarcasm). However, since I usually have to work up to caring (see blog title), these things don't bother. What does bother me is...my car has no air conditioning...in Texas...in summer. If I were an animal, my boss would probably be thrown in jail, but, since I have opposable thumbs, I can be driven to within an inch of heat exhaustion with no consequence to those around me. Seriously, when I come home at the end of the day, I can take my shirt off and WRING it out. Again, this doesn't bother me too much (my apathy could probably win an ironman competition), but it did make me notice something. When I get hot, I get really stupid. People will talk to me, and I have to concentrate really hard to realize that a response is expected from me. It took me five minutes today to match up a part number (I kept looking at the wrong part and thinking, "Something isn't right here...if I could only put my finger on it...") In the middle of the day, when it is hottest, my eyes glaze over and I have to remind myself that GREEN means go. So, ironically, I got to thinking, and I wonder if humans think BETTER when it's cold. We should do some experiments, refine the results, and start fabricating brain coolant. Taking your SAT's...don't forget the brain coolant! We could devise hats made from heat sinks for the poor who can't afford the actual coolant. Humanity as we know it could be changed forever. Just a thought.
7 Comments:
Hey, Detrius! Remember when you said you had the best job in the world?
By Margie the Pickle Princess, at June 17, 2005 9:01 PM
That was before summer started. And, besides all of it's bad points...I still think it sucks less than any other job I've ever had...
By Joshie, at June 18, 2005 12:56 AM
Which is really pretty high accolades.
By Dave, at June 18, 2005 8:19 AM
maybe you're brain is made of silicon.
By cainnum, at June 18, 2005 11:26 AM
You have a blog!! Wow!
By Veronica, at June 18, 2005 5:07 PM
I'd like to ask if you can recommend a good and honest mechanic, but I got stuck figuring out if I would rather go to the prickish uptight mechanic who at least is in a hurry to get the part right away, or mellow mechanic who doesn't give a shit. I guess neither property really speaks to the issue.
By Andy, at June 19, 2005 10:46 PM
I hate all of the mechanics. But, the guy at Pro Tech is pretty hot. One of the guys at Goodyear on University is also fairly hot. But, I bet you don't really care about that. I suppose if you're looking for "honest" I would go to one of the Goodyears...their prices are set by the corporation, and they have all the corporate bells and whistles, like guaranteed satisfaction...I suppose that could qualify as "good". But, they don't do complicated stuff, just ordinary maintenance. Beyond that, I really couldn't tell you...all mechanics are whiney little bitches with the temperaments of primadonnas, and their behavior can't be predicted ahead of time. Okay, let's never discuss this again. :)
By Joshie, at June 21, 2005 1:41 AM
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