travelling in the dark
Once again, I was unceremoniously crammed into a dark, messy bag. This time I had Tubby for company. I thought he was harmlessly boring at MSR, where I mostly ignored him and surfed the web or forged useless messages as FASEE on this interns mailing list. He is, in fact, not harmlessly boring. He is incredibly boring to the fact where I wished I had more strength in my cute, plushy arms with which to squeeze him silent. Throughout the trip, he droned on and on about how we should not pay attention to the opinion of the highest paid person, but rather, heed the customer. I can read, you know. I know “Listen to the Customers” is tattooed on his back, and frankly, I couldn’t care less. We koalas have a good way of dealing with beaurecracy and stupidity. It’s called Sharp Claws. I wish I had some.