Today is a Memphis bashing day. Never in my life have I lived around so many stupid people. For instance today on the news they had to make an announcement that 911 is not to be used to get lottery numbers, scores of games and directions to places. It is for emergencies only. Uhh, what planet are you from? DUH!!!!!! So, since this is happening all the time they have developed a website specifically addressing why one would call 911. They are also going to educate the public (or so they say) using billboards. That only works for people who can read!!!!
http://shelbycounty911.org/
Then, on the way to work, Jason gets a call from a contractor they have hired to do some work at his work. Seems the contractor thought it would be ok to leave a bundle of conduit on the steps to the warehouse overnight. Hello......Memphis is ghetto. Why on earth would you leave some expensive stuff just laying around outside!!!!!!
Jason also told me yesterday he was fixing some printers in the warehouse. He used a screwdriver to unhook them from the conveyor belt and then laid the first one on the cart he was using. He laid the screwdriver next to it. Seconds later when he turned around, it was gone. Why does anyone want to live here? Do they know how horrible this place is? How dangerous? How stupid? Do they know that their are tons of other places accross the US that are so nice?
Sorry for the venting. Sometimes I just get so frustrated with this area I just can't help it.
If I didn't have to come into Memphis every single day I think I would be ok.....
So, in light of today's blog, my sister has graced us with 2 of her poems she has created for me just for this entry.
The first is to the music of the Wizard of Oz
We’re off to see the gangsters
The low down gangsters of oz
We hear if you make eye contact
They pop a cap in your noz
Because of the others they kill
It does, it does, it does, it does, it does
Because of the stupid things that it does
We’re off to see the gangsters
The low down gangsters of oz
The next poem is to the music of Crazy by Buck Cherry
You’re crazy town
But you kick me harder when I’m down
When I dream of moving far away
Scratches all down my car I don’t want to stay
Hey, Berwick never looked so good
Cause when I’m in
It’s ghetto from block to block
Spend more time talking to the cop
You’re crazy town.
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