InsaneJournal

Current mood:

apathetic

Sort Muse #9
Mail sorting leaves plenty of time for thought.  Or at least potentially.  It's all too easy to slip into a grey mental coma, but I try and keep mentally alert.  Since my headphones decided to shit themselves I couldn't listen to my podlectures (he was talking about pressure gradients in the systemic and pulmonary systems which I was having a tough time with anyway!).  A conversation between myself and one of the other sorters arose about how we couldn't understand how people put up with shit from others.  "Karma," says B sagely, while ripping out an application form from an envelope, making it look like it's gone ten rounds with a rabid cat.  "We don't put up with any nonsense cos we were kings in a former life."
Hmm, thinks Ann, liking the sound of that.  I'd look great in a crown.
On the downside, someone in one of the other sections opened an envelope that had a used condom in it.  Screaming and flailing of hands ensued.