Ghetto Ghetto Ghetto

A few things to comment on while I am on my break from answering phones. 1. I never felt like I lived in a ghetto, which I dont really do but this weekend It felt like it. On my way home from the wine store I came up to my building and was greated by broken glass everywhere. Some dudes, though it could have been girls since they were Mikes hard Lemonaide bottles, had been throwing the bottles from balconeys to the road. One bottle infact when through a windshield so that the shape of the bottle was left, kinda cool, but unfortunate. So all this glass outside the building = ghetto. The next morning as I was taking the elevator down to head to church there was blood all over the walls of the elevator, and when I say all over I really mean there was blood smeared on the back wall and the floor was dirty so I felt like I was in a film with dirty apartments filled with strange people. Blood + Walls = ghetto. 2. I just ate a meal provided by my corporate job and it was delicious. Turkey and stuffing and cranberrys and potatoes and buns and salad and mincemeat and gravy. Its nice to work for a large corporation that treats you right. 3. I dislike Dr.Phil and Maury Povich. Now I realize that they are not the same shows, but when I sat and watched Maury for 5 minutes the other day I nearly wanted to fight him. But there were angry middle aged women sitting near me so I could not touch the remote lest my life be taken. So I promptly left the room and silently wished that Maury would never be on ever again. And so ends my break time rant, I will now resume my white collar, cubicle enforced, mind numbing, phone call answering.