I’ve thought for years that I would make a great wrestler. I have the voice, I have the weight limit, I have the lack of intelligence, I have the pain tolerance. But there’s always been something I’ve lacked…muscles!
So, now I’m working out for over 2 minutes a day and drinking lots of milk and watching workout videos. What brought on this onslaught of physical fitness? Soap Operas. The place is running silly with ‘em.
All I am trying to do is restore order to the MacStansbury.com staff. This woman-y menace will not be allowed to continue. But, for now, I think I’m loosing…
In retrospect, I think it was a mistake to get satellite for the office. But I figured with me now living here, that I would need the extra fun and adventure that can only come with television. Not that it would hurt productivity during the day, but it would certainly help me get through the lonely, bitter nights.
Now, I have no idea how the cleaning crew found my 52″ HDTV, but they did, and the started using it on breaks. I didn’t mind, at first, but then people who didn’t even work here started taking their breaks here.
When I started to ask why there were so many people here at all times of the day, I saw what channel they were watching. It seems there is this all Soap Network thing that shows non-stop soaps. And I grow angrier by the second.
It isn’t that there aren’t times and places for all things, it’s that there is never a time nor place that I ever want anything to do with them. I hate them. I hate their horrible acting, I hate their laughable plots. I hate their insincerity, I hate their brazen lack of intelligence.
I don’t like them. Did you get that?
So on the one most sacred night in the hills of Tennessee, I saddle up to the big-screen and tell the peoples to take a hike. For two hours, well have only punching and scantily clad females. And more punching.
I like punching.
So, for at least 2 hours a week, I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing that there ain’t no crappy soap operas on. Just for the other 138-whatever other hours.