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I am EXTREMELY PLEASED to report that Kay, DMX, and I dodged an extremely large (and disgusting) bullet when Angela reported that they couldn’t go with us to the river in June. As suspected, there were no trailers left (yes, TRAILERS, you buttwipe), so they won’t be going. Hallelujah.

Last Friday, I was getting the kitchen ready for the employee lunch (one of the many AWESOME facets of my job) when the owner, Mr. Big Shot came in from his trip to Mexico with a guy that I’ve never seen before. (MBS loves to bring people in to see the spread that gets laid out every Friday, so everyone can tell him what a great guy he is for feeding his staff every Friday. He’d be a better boss if he brought in a fucking maid to prepare it and clean it up, I’ll tell you that.) MBS introduced all of us to him, and told us he was from Australia.

So, after lunch, I was cleaning the mess up (again, awesome), and the Australian guy started making conversation with me, and then he just said, “Well, you’re a busty old gal, aren’t ya?” I wasn’t sure what I should say at that point, so I just sort of laughed uncomfortably and mumbled some garbled form of the word, “yeah” and went back to wiping the tables off.

I’m not sure what offended me more - him commenting on my boobs so casually, or using the word “old”.

After he had left, I was talking to one of my co-workers about him. He said, “You know what he does, right?”

“Make strangers feel incredibly uncomfortable in his presence?”

“He’s a treasure hunter. He’s been on the Discovery Channel!”

“Uh, ok. I had no idea that job existed outside of pirate movies.”

“He must be pretty successful, he’s been doing it for almost 35 years.”

“Well, that doesn’t mean anything.”

“How can you say that?!”

“I’ve been dieting for almost 35 years, I wouldn’t say I was [insert air quotes] successful.”