So, my manager popped out a kid over the weekend, which means the girl who opens in the morning is running the show. Given that she’s a bit incompetent and bitchy, I will have a fun next few weeks.
Via CNN we get this gem
“CNN) – Hillary Clinton’s presidential campaign is reaching out to blue-collar voters with a new ad that says she can empathize with the travails of the night shift.
“You pour coffee, fix hair, you work the night shift at the local hospital,” says the announcer in the 30-second spot, ‘Night Shift,’ over footage of workers on the job.
“You’re often overworked, underpaid, and sometimes overlooked. But not by everyone. One candidate has put forth an American family agenda to make things easier for everyone who works so hard. ….”
The ad ends with a photo of Clinton working at her desk at night. “She understands. She’s worked the night shift, too.”
Clinton’s campaign has noted a strong showing in Ohio’s March 4 primary is critical to her bid for the Democratic presidential nomination.
So has Clinton worked the night shift? Spokesman Howard Wolfson said Tuesday that “the reference is to her working late at night at her desk.”
I hate to break it to you Senator Clinton, but sitting at your desk late at night not reading the PATRIOT Act before voting to curtail civil liberties is not comparable to me dealing with crackheads, drunks, and prostitutes at my old convienence store job.
This is the equivalent of Mitt Romney’s claim that his 5 sons working to get him elected was comparable to the service of soldiers serving in Iraq and Afghanistan.
The really good looking girl who works at the subway right up the street from the bank and who drops in from time to time to make change puts a spring in my step that probably shouldn’t be there.
Yesterday, while on the bus, I had an opportunity to do a good deed by letting a guy use my phone. That seems to be the primary use of my phone. Shrug.
Last week, while waiting for the bus after a long day and finishing up some errands downtown, I got to listen to a harangue (I like that term) from a nutter who was waiting for the bus for 45 minutes. While it was cold out, it wasn’t unbearably so, and I got to hear all about how this was mild relative to places like Chicago, and North Dakota. I showed my interest in the conversation by not looking at him and staring up at the First National Building. This drew his ire and I got chewed out about how this was a free country. I told him that yes, it was, and that included my freedom not to listen. I don’t think he understood the concept of negative freedom. HE then called me a supercilious gentleman. You damn right I am.
Barack Obama is going to make a good President. There is nothing comparable to enjoying a beer in the bathtub after a day at work.