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Is it wrong to reprimand a homeless person? I guess I figure the answer is no because I just did. Every morning, the same guy is sitting by the church outside of my building. He shakes his little cup with an air of aggression as if that was going to convince people to donate. Maybe he is just clinkling the change to show us all that he's got some. I think not however. So this morning, he blew his nose in a tissue and then tossed it over his shoulder into the yard of the church. I said to him as I passed, "There is a garbage can right in front of you." There was, not even a foot away. He knew what I was talking about. He looked over his shoulder to the tissue.
Did he get up and correct the situation? I doubt it. I wasn't going to hang around and wait for it to happen. I don't know, it just annoys me. Obviously, people on the street usually have serious mental issues but, and here is where I get preachy, C'MON! I have seen him sewing up his bag and rolling cigarettes, it's not like he is so mental he can't think straight. Put the tissue in the fucking garbage can. Ya, that's the kind of mood I'm starting the day off with.

Hot beverage bells are going off in my head. They are saying "Ding dong Melissa, go buy me and drink me even though I'm just sugar and syrup mostly." Because why would I go buy a cup of mint tea for example. Waste of time. If I must buy a hot drink, it should have a long name and at least 3 different ingredients. It's just that kind of a cold, pre-winter day where you want to sit in a little coffee shop for a bit with your beverage and a baked good and a friend across. You could watchpeople walk by, puffing their breath visibly into the air out in the cold while you and your pal and your drinks were all toasty warm. You'd even enjoy the middle of the road, non-offensive CD they would be playing like John Mayer, or that mixed christmas cd they hand out to all retail stores with Bing Crosby and David Bowie singing Little Drummer Boy. Even that would be sitting well with you. Mind you I love that song and it always sits well with me but when you are hearing it as you walk past the GAP or Old Navy or whatever, it's more annoying. Not the song but the fact that it's playing in the situation it's playing in. I don't know what the hell I'm talking about. I think I'm making it up as I go along.

And yes, it's a new word, I made it up: clinkling.

You know, I'm just sitting here feeling kind of crappy and sorry for myself. Feeling fat and listless and tired, worrying about money and dentists and hair cuts and stuff. In the background I hear the manager complaining as usual that she is stressed out and swearing and cursing people in english, french and italian. Then the boss man comes back to our area. He wants to know about the arguments she has been having with the president(who confusingly is third in the chain of command) about work stuff and resposibilities and crap. The boss man(executive director?) asks her what's up with that and she complains a bit and then he tells her that his mother is in the hospital. They rushed her in with low blood pressure from internal bleeding and she's not responding to treatment and she's been anorexic for a year and they can't do surgery because she is too weak AND his wife is starting chemotherapy again but they know she is going to die and he thinks she probably is at home crying all day when he is not there but tries to put a brave face on it.

God.

That sure shut the manager up and it sure shuts me up too.