I used to work with idiots several years ago. I enjoyed it. See?
I am again but the dynamics are different and to be more specific, we’re talking about one idiot, a co-worker. I’ve been disappointed with myself at how poorly I’ve been coping with the situation. I feel like belittling the guy constantly. I can think of at least one other work-situation similar with the crux of it being that if an idiot can do the job I’m doing then I must be an idiot too. Kind of demoralising when thought of that way. Rainman, I keep trying to remind myself — Rainman — think of him as being like raniman — except that is fiction, where all the funny or thoughtful bits were saved, compacted into one neat little script. About one thing in 40 co-work says is funny or insightful. Plus, he’d be useless in a casino.
Yesterday I was going to catch an unfamiliar bus downtown. I asked the auxillary staff what number and they said but you can never be too sure they know what thye’re talking about. I stood at the stop, looking thru the numbers and maps. It was taking time to decipher due to the fact that it was written in korean. A girl, retarded and visibly moreso than Cowork , appeared making some kind of noise and waving her hand around in front of the thing I was reading. A second later I realised that contrary to what the auxillaries said, this was the bus I should get, and a second after that it was at the curb and about to pull out. I jumped on and saw the spazzy girl was there. I sat in front of her, turned around and smiled. “America?” she asked. “Australian person” I replied. We’re _all_ american. I tell her my name and she repeats it. I see a strand of saliva stretching up to down in her mouth.
I turned around and thought a little about it. Freak… I am a freak — it’s a Jesus and Mary Chain song I like lately because I can play the bassline . Cracking up. J&M chain are great because they can barely play guitars but come up with stuff that’s super-catchy. They play drums standing up and come from a land where you have to have ingenuity to get anywhere. I listened to it on the ispod. That’s how I choose most of what I listen to these days. Something will come to mind or something will happen that’ll remind me of something musically and –>.
The girl tapped me on the shoulder and asked for a piece of gum. I can totally dig it. I often like to hit people up for gum out of the blue. People I’ve just met or don’t know well, just for the hell of it. It’s funny. I was blowing bubbles though – so that must’ve been the cue. I felt around the bottom of my backpack. There was some crushed up biscuits still in their packet. Some dried fruit, the name of which I can’t remember, leftover from Vietnam that I didn’t realise I still had (Hi, customs!) . They’re spicy and sweet and yum, but brown and look like hash and not particularly appetising-looking so I don’t offer them. I also had an apple and offer it but she didn’t want it. No gum. I am a gum addict and as such I only care about the gum-chewing needs of no1 — that’s me.
A little later the girl got up and scaled down to the out-door, holding onto things like the bus was in the middle of a roll. She bend over and took a close look into the scanner thing that you swipe your card on, like there was something great to see in there. Whatever she was doing that day and wherever she was going, she’d succeeded in reinjecting a bit of wonder back in to the ordinary for me. I sincerely think folks like that are here for a reason.
I should find some spazzies to hang out with again.