The Still Don't Give a Shit About the RNC Update

So, getting to work in St. Paul has been uneventful for the most part. The worst part has been on 94 where people are attempting to get off on Snelling in order to get to the the Minnesota State Fair. There's always a long line of cars on the offramp, and they're so backed up that one of the lanes on the interstate is blocked.

Also, this morning there was a nice wreck on 94 in Minneapolis just before the bridge, so there was a traffic jam ON SUNDAY MORNING. These church going types need to learn how to drive.

There are cops everywhere. You drove by two traffic stops on my way home from work tonight. There are unmarked police cars parked here and there around work.

The big day is tomorrow. Thank god the president W and his bulldog, Cheney, decided not to come to St. Paul due to hurricane weather. That should make your drive work in the morning a little easier.

You have your fingers crossed for an easy drive to work an back, but you're certain at least one or both will be hell.

Shit hit the fan at work. All these emails came down the pipe. Anyone working tomorrow MUST have their parking permit, and MUST have their ID badge. We have to park in special places behind the building, and we have to enter through the trucking bay doors, because the front of the building will be blocked and locked.

Who would want to bomb Castcom? Well, actually, a lot of their customers would like to bomb them, but not for political reasons.

You've been getting a lot of wackos calling in too. Some dipshit called in and started yelling at you because CSPAN was showing an old interview with Dick Cheney. He wanted you to shut down CSPAN because the speech is politically biased, blah, blah, blah. And you were like, "Um, sir...number one...you've reached tech support for high-speed internet. Two, Castcom doesn't control CSPAN, they just broadcast it. And, three, do you really think Castcom cares what you think, or me for that matter?"

His response: "Well, Castcom is the 800-pound gorilla! You know what I mean! The gorilla in the room!"

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

You transferred him to a supervisor's voicemail just to get rid of him.