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February 1, 2017
The Cookie Girl
I'm sitting at my desk in this warehouse perched on the edge of the Bad Lands, trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up. Trying to figure out what to do with my life. I'm trying to figure out a little puzzle in the app...it's not working quite right you see. So, I talk to my buddy up in Oakland for a bit. But, the problem is fairly complicated, and it's hard to get him on the phone, so I decide that I need to be in Oakland next week.
"I'm going to work in Oakland next week," I say. "So we can try to sort out this error we're seeing in the Budget Export."
"Sure," he replies, and that's all that there is to it.
Now, I'll go to Oakland next week. I much prefer to be in Oakland over Riverside, as Oakland is a vibrant, metropolitan community. Riverside is sort of a bedroom community perched out on the edge of the Los Angeles Basin. It's, at best, a remote suburb of Los Angeles.
Oakland is a bustling community of orphaned miscreants. A fusion of fascist libtard Dimocrats, just waiting to explode should Trump do anything at all, really. So, I like Oakland better, as there's better chance to get some riot photos there.
At some time in the afternoon...3:30 or so, the cookie girl comes around with a tray of cookies, and everyone gets to take one. Why? I have no idea. I don't know how this got started, or whose idea it was. But, this is where we are. I've decided I'm going to Oakland next week, and now the girl comes by and gives me a cookie. And now, my confidants show up and they bring me more cookies....the people that don't eat cookies get one for me and bring it in surreptitiously after the cookie girl leaves.
This is the racket that I run here. It's not a bad way to pass the days.
Posted by Rob Kiser on February 1, 2017 at 6:31 PM
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