Work in the Trash Zone

My office is in Lard, I work mostly in Modesty and the City of the Goddess of Agriculture. My accounts are not in the best of neighborhoods. I mostly have customers of Vietnamese, Indian, Syrian, or Jordanian backgrounds. Only in the major accounts, do I deal with Caucasian customers. So, for the most part, I have to deal with people where English is their second or third language. This can create some difficulties in my understanding of their needs.

Mainly, the clientele of these accounts are black, Hispanic, or just plain white trash. In working with these customers, this summer, I have seen some hideous things. After seeing the bare bellies of women that should not even contemplate the usage of bare midriff clothing, it is a pure joy to come home, read, and see something posted by ~Eyes. Especially to see a bare midriff like that! Makes me all bothered just thinking about it.

The people, themselves, are all right. However, some of these women may have a great package, but are missing parts. (ie no teeth, face like a track shoe has run on it, and dumb as dogshit). So to talk/write to women that have beauty and a brain, is also most joyous. Especially, when you can get something as interesting as Jenius or Surface Ripple, or as funny as The Sausage Wallet or Her Daddy's Eyes.

I always enjoy coming home to see what is going on in the world and to forget about what I have seen. Sometimes to read a comment on one of my postings (which doesn't happen often).

So, to those of you that make me a little more sane each day, I sincerely thank you.