Which Reminds Me

During my first job after college, at Vida Publishers, I took dictation for several distribution managers of the publishing company. As the typist, I must insert my middle initial to differentiate myself from the cc, which means "carbon copy" of that, according to Carol, who was my supervisor at the time. By the way, my middle initial is j, not that I want to discuss that with strangers. Anyway, I cannot remember much of that stuff, nor do I wish to be reminded of what your Dad, Jack, was ranting about on the tape recorder while having his nervous breakdown, prior to being fired by Ed, the imported French businessman who was brought in to reform the missionary culture of the place. Yes, well, times will change and the missionary culture of the times will fade eventually but perhaps slower than Ed and company would like to see. Just pushing people over the edge of a cliff sounds might sound like fun to you but I would just get in trouble if I tried to due that. And if I have to explain this to you in so many words, you are just too weird for words. I would rather just kill myself than try to explain that.

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I am now trying to remember whether we ever went bowling together back in the old days. Craig Bolingbroke's bowling scores will not get him off the hook on this point. Anyway, Pam and I were talking about typewriters, not bowling scores, so I am not sure how that other subject crept into the conversation in the retelling. Their somewhat flaky Loyolaties are now coming into better focus. Even so, I was never all that interested in participating in their behind-the-scenes insurrection. The Louisiana Purchase cannot be rescinded now so we are just stuck with this French-fried riff-raff in the Union. Even so, I should not be required to go there and muddy my sandals in that swamp. I think that Pam Roberts should be required to pay the price for her own conspiratorial affairs to which I was mostly not a party in the first place. Like I said, I do not see how anything good is going to happen to me today when the Roberts family has this hexed me this way with all of their Pammie-Puke curses.

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Many years ago at my first job after college, at Vida Publishers, after some time I was assigned a brand new IBM Selectric typewriter, color red. Pammie-Puke came by and saw that and complained loudly about how I was getting special privileges. A red typewriter, imagine that! She imagines that her redheadness should also merit a red typewriter, but she married a German bankrupt so no one is going to give her a red electric typewriter, especially not now. But of course Pammie-Puke complains about everything in regards to me. Nothing good can happen to me as long as this snarky little Pammie-Puke is counteracting it all with her curses against me.

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Yes, I generally recommend avoiding all contact with the shrill Italian hag, be her name Kathy or Joan. They look to me like they might be identical twins. I really cannot tell them apart, Joan and Kathy.

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I know of several persons named Sue, Susie, Suzette and/or Suzanne, so when you threaten to "Sue" me over that minor point, I really do fail to understand what you are getting at. Which "Sue" was from New York? Possibly more than one of these "Sue's" may have spent some unknown amount of time in New York although I can't say one way or another. Didn't Sue talk about her Norwegian heritage? Or also there was the Italian Sue, somewhat overweight, from also somewhere up there in that region. And didn't Italian Suzette talk about meeting her really Italy-Italian husband there? And then there are all the other "Sue's" and Susie's" of whom I know very little whom we met here in South Florida. I really do not want to be bothered with having to learn the details of "Sue's" New York connections of which I am not aware when it really does not matter to me in the long run. Susie was never that important to me that I would want to be bothered with learning the details of her in-law problematicals without being properly introduced. I already know that my name is NOT Sue and there is nothing that I need to prove to anyone in that regard.

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You should know by now that I always studiously avoid the Calabrian monstrosity. Shrill Italian hags are such a nuisance, always exuding such pompous airs of self-importance and yet being in themselves mostly empty and full of nothing much. I will kill myself before I will agree to be ruled by that hatefully shrill Italian hag. That is how I win that game.

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Yes, it is a bit awkward, this useless Calabrian monstrosity here pretending to be something of importance when actually it is nothing. The Calabrian monstrosity certainly does put on such airs of self-importance and yet there is nothing in it, just nothingness. Shrill Italian hags are worse then useless to me. They are a nuisance and seem intent on preventing me from finding my rightful place in this life. I cannot trust anything they say and also cannot trust them with anything that I might say. So it is better that I get on with life absent any and all of this Calabrian nonsense.