the work chronicles: goldfish and butter and the desperate housewife

and by desperate housewife, i mean desperate mom, but housewife sounded better for the title.

it's been so long since i said i was going to write about the insanity that is my winter job that i forgot all the names i gave everyone, so i had to decode my interpretations and hopefully pick all the right people.
if i'm wrong, i guess it's not like it really matters to anyone...

carpooling.
it's what we do.
sometimes i drive, when the weather is supposed to be nice, because lovely little fiona (that's her stand in name until i come up with something that suits her better) does not like the snow or ice.
one day i drove, and butter and goldfish wanted a ride home.  i don't know why, but i continue to feel this need to make sure everyone and everything is ok, so obviously i said yes, even though i didn't want to.

worst.
car ride.
ever.

butter and goldfish were sitting in the backseat going on about god knows what, because none of the rest of us have enough dead/empty brain cells to actually make sense of what they were saying.
i just know that "smoke a j", "pretty rainbows", and "killer monkeys" were mentioned multiple times.
finally, my lovely little ipod happened to play a song that butter was in love with.
"turn it up."
i turn in up.
"don't be shy, turn it up, i can barely hear it"
i turn it up some more.
"come on, claire. turn it up.  i want to feel it."
my car is about to vibrate off its wheels, but then:

yes, silence.

the song ends.
"claiiiirrree.  play it aggggaaaaaain."
repeat.

more silence.

this happened probably 5 times.

after they got out of the car, i was thinkin, "man, i felt like those desperate, crazed moms with screaming babies in the backseat that wil do anything to shut them the hell up.  i don't even care if i will be going deaf approximately 6 years sooner than i normally would have.  listening to the same song for 20 minutes straight was totally worth it.