{"id":451,"date":"2012-02-20T22:36:41","date_gmt":"2012-02-20T22:36:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thelocalvoice.net\/oxford\/?p=451"},"modified":"2012-02-20T22:36:41","modified_gmt":"2012-02-20T22:36:41","slug":"day-102-everybodys-working-for-the-weaklings-white-collar-criminal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thelocalvoice.net\/oxford\/day-102-everybodys-working-for-the-weaklings-white-collar-criminal\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 102: Everybody’s Working For The Weaklings (White Collar Criminal)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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One of the finest examples of tipping too\u00a0gratuitously\u00a0is when the waitress offers to drive you home. I\u2019d sucked down four Bloody Marys at \u201cdunch\u201d and spoken ill of every ESPN commentator that crossed the screen on an otherwise slow sports day.<\/p>\n

\"\"It was a slow workday and my supervisor requested I take the afternoon off. My car couldn\u2019t reach the restaurant quickly enough. Part-patron, part-rapscallion, I huddled in the corner of the lounge, awaiting the arrival of my waitress.<\/p>\n

This red-headed monster approached me from the rear of the bar, wearing a mustard-stained jean jacket and flexing a dingy menu. Dave was on point. He knew what I needed. Two bacon burgers, please, on the rocks.<\/p>\n

I asked where Kathy was; my sometimes nemesis, sometimes crush. She wore her heart on her sleeve tattoos and rarely gave me a free shot at the end of lunch hour. I thought being a \u201cregular\u201d counted towards something these days, especially since I normally brought in work-bros on Friday afternoons for a quick drink before we drove our separate ways to enjoy a meaningless weekend.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>The economy still appears to be dumpy. So take my 21% and consider it a favor, Kathy. Maybe I love you, Kathy. Maybe I can look past the freakish inkblots scaling your arm. Mother would never approve, but I\u2019m sure yours did eventually.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe comes in at two, man,\u201d Dave muttered.<\/p>\n

Perfecto. I\u2019d wait till the clock struck \u201cKathy,\u201d order another round and blast-off into oblivion.<\/p>\n

The Oblivians were playing over the loudspeakers and Kathy arrived ten minutes late, sporting a cigarette butt and a smile, turned upside down. I wanted to brag, \u201cI love the Memphis sound,\u201d but I could tell she wasn\u2019t happy to see me. Big shocker. It was Tuesday, I was minus my buds from work and nobody else was around to divert her attention away my flaccid attempts to flirt.<\/p>\n

Pastel ties draped around your expanding neck scream, \u201cSQUARE!\u201d They\u2019re nooses with a 401(k). I mean, look at us. We appear sexless and forlorn, maxed out from 70-hour work sessions preparing irrelevant documents that regulators will never inspect. Our eyeballs scrape the bottom of our jaws and we pant at the mere mention of 2-for-1. Years are fumbled, marriages are personal fouls. Lives dribble out-of-bounds and every sport on TV looks too violent. Girls don\u2019t appear the same; they\u2019re predisposed tarts, hell-bent on tackling every blood vessel in your groin for when you stumble back into your hotel room to dream of sorority swaps and Spring Break \u201998.<\/p>\n

Kathy sees this. She knows this. She\u2019ll pour another cocktail and stare absently at former athletes hyperventilating in HD. Her hand will creep along the mahogany surface and slide the red-headed concoction into view. My mind will be on her but she\u2019ll be thinking about 1,000 other things, the last of which is me or my tipping abilities. Eventually, she\u2019ll take off her work apron and escape. But I\u2019ll be back in the office by 8:00 on Wednesday, craving dog hair and another chance for Kathy to completely ignore me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

One of the finest examples of tipping too\u00a0gratuitously\u00a0is when the waitress offers to drive you home. I\u2019d sucked<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":238,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[96,81],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-451","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-creative-writing","category-white-collar-criminal"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thelocalvoice.net\/oxford\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/451","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thelocalvoice.net\/oxford\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thelocalvoice.net\/oxford\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thelocalvoice.net\/oxford\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/238"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thelocalvoice.net\/oxford\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=451"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.thelocalvoice.net\/oxford\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/451\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thelocalvoice.net\/oxford\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=451"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thelocalvoice.net\/oxford\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=451"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thelocalvoice.net\/oxford\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=451"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}