nothing in my email, likely nothing up my sleeve

I requested material from work ... I got nothing in email. I expect there to be a big pile of nothing waiting for me at work as well. Gee ... shocking ... I do lots for work, ask for something simple and get nadda.

And the GM asks me why I am "possibily at odds" with other "m"s.

She wasn't wearing her cape at the time

Clearly, though, she is flying

and to this ... I say

Shit!

I hope shit ends and that the wind is sweeter than I smell.

Tood, Michelle ... blessings and luck to you and I pray and hope that things turn out what should be.

Damn, damn, damn!

Separation is ugly and hope that it turns to be that and only that. Divorce is ugly to the the bone!

w-grrr--ork

I have had my fill of career middle management persons. Hello! We're the do-nothings, how can we annoy you?

I wasn't on drugs and it wasn't as entertaining

I re-watched Yellow Submarine, Beatles movie. I think the catchphrase for the movie should have been -- "be sure to pop acid and do some opiates about 30 minutes prior to viewing". Far from the illustruous wonder of the 60s, you're left with poor segue mish-mash of songs.

I saw it when I was a kid, and as I've never done drugs, I suppose I missed out then as well. As an adult now, I can see clearly where the acid would have been a great augmentation to the movie. Those partaking would render, "Ohs, ahs, and whoas" like fireworks audience and surfers.

funny thing about sleep

When you want it, it is hidden, though when you least want it or expect it ... puff -- there it is.

wing-dang doodle

I put together something, but it is guaranteed, just a work portfolio thing. It would be like the introduction of tabs to a browser (FireFox) for someone who doesn't use the internet.

"I just type and play Solitaire"

So, this hunky-dory razzamatazz thingymajig will mean as much as super-string theory to a goldfish ... spank me!

tiny thing with string

I saw two kids walking a tiny, palm-sized kitten the other day. I thought where they were walking was dangerous--due to distance from adults and traffic volume of area, but I wasn't going to stop and make myself a target of speculation, rather than my attempt at intervention.

I guess if you get kittens used to leashes, maybe, just maybe, they'll handle them as adult cats. I would not, however place a bet on it.

I did something else for work today, I hope that I can cash it in for political collateral or gain. I surmise that it's "nice guy" thing that amounts to bup -








kis. (a whole lot of nothing in between)

Struggling with work there are those who seek to vamoose. I bid them well and good luck, for many of them are the dead horse. Despite the amount of whipping --- the horse does not move on its own volition. They are overworked, which leads to feelings of being underpaid. I can certainly see how that comes about. Now ... I don't know salaries and don't want to know.

I said that I would put together a proposal, which is really a rebuttle to a conversation I didn't hear. Suffice to write, I will contend that this person has a right to an expanded cap on salary, regardless of the certain "no", and understandable concern from the management on the salary cap.

Work, in general, isn't hip on raises. They are "the Diet Coke of" raises. +

I will not sign it, but rather allow that person to consider it as potential for negotiating purposes.

I hold in my hand a Marty McFly Polaroid++ of a gravestone with my conscious on it. I pray that it hasn't really died.

+ from Austin Powers, 'just one penny, not enough'
++ allusion to Back To the Future (trilogy), where he twice had a photo that held the 'potential future', one was of of siblings and the other of Doc's headstone.

Schedule

M (June 25th):  5:00 - close

T (June 26th):  off

W (June 27th):  2:00 - 9:00

R (June 28th):  4:00 - 10:00

F (June 29th):  5:00 - 11:00

S (June 30th):  12:00 - 8:00

N (June 31st):  11:00 - 8:00

M (July 1st):  5:00 - close

Am I positive?

A girl at work, so cute, "Hey! You haven't said anything to me today!" She's so silly. That, ladies and gentlemen, was my highlight at work yesterday.

Missing Lake mystery solved

Here, there's a story about a lake in Chile that is missing. Some speculate the global warming to is blame, but after investigators probed Jane Fonda, they found out she thought it was, "pretty" and simply bought it from the locals.

"I know, I know. $50 million dollars for a lake? It seems absurd, but for me -- it was great I didn't have to negotiate with them for a lower price."

Chilie has reluctantly admitted that Fonda did approach them for the lake, but have provided no information regarding its sale. Ted Turner off-handily thought that the mountain range would really positively affect the Feung Shui of the ranch. He was seen humming while he jotted done what some people thought was a doodle or a dollar figure.

My suggestion on a new look

MR doesn't bother with google news.

friends over ... it got violent

I had over Blaque and they were just talking, but then Jules came over and got really mad at them.

Then it was "what".
Jules piped in, "Say what again!"
"What?"
"Dare ya! I double dare ya!"

Then Jules shot Blaque. It was a real shame.

Delightful kid

There's a girl at work who has intellectual limitations. That not being a hinderance to her being a great kid. She was teasing me last night, tapping me in the head then blaming others. I think she might have peaked out on her vocational level, but she's great!

No, I'm not disclosing her name.

"Don't tell him your name Marvin!" +

+ Lethal Weapon

I have a moment so ...

Happy belated birthday to all those I missed!

Happy Birthday Lori!

It's what's for dinner

MR sent a pic to my phone. This wonderful delight is from a vending machine at work, he informed me. Gee, all that and he didn't offer any of this delectable pizza. MR reminded me of school pizza. Yep, that's about right.

Ruddy poor excuse for a so-called pizza. Too bad there isn't a make-your-own station there, with pre-made crust -- you just top and cook it.

Always after my lucky charms

I was asked again last night if I was Irish. There was a party of four, all of whom claimed guess on my actually nationality. Sadly, they were all wrong. One woman looked Korean, guessed me at Irish, with Spanish language characteristics. The other woman of the four guessed me for English-Irish, and the two gentlemen didn't venture to guess, but noted my strange language.

I guess I have no official language.

Zorba the fest

Greekfest this week in FW, with more food items to select and more of a vendor fare than Germanfest. You can buy CDs, trinkets, gifts, bottled water and more. There aren't drinking or stein contests, but there is more of a call to dance. One-time neighbors were Greek, their children being the first English-speakers before the parents. The man spoke English just fine the last time I talked with him.

I'm quite sure, especially since Greeks are outnumbered by Germans, that they like most of the Greeks here, participate or prep food for this event. They get only a week off before they do it again at the 3RF.

3RF ... I wonder if they are ranking people over the coals again with carnival ride prices from Hades. That was the case last year and the year before. I don't see them suddenly changing. The city charges the vendors and ride coordinators a hefty chunk of change and percentages. With the FWCS quagmyre and the Harrison Square poop project, I'm sure prices will be higher.

trip2fame

I'm not blogging about the turkey toxins that make you sleep like an old dog, but rather in working with people and making a positive effect on them. Sometimes, when I'm up front around non-associates, I can predict people's needs -- as they are there continuously. What disconcerns me is that I either have clones or I have a mannequin face that allows others to see some resemblence to someone they should know.

It's on the tip of their tongue ... they strive for it ... look at me and think, I should know that guy. More often than not, they say nothing and go on, but still -- the momentary stare. The other thing, when I'm tired, my more-perfected English lapses into what people believe is Irish. My freckles likely add to -- he's gotta be Irish. I don't sound like I'm from Indiana. When I speak I have intentionally clear wording, so -- I sound different.

I think I got that from wanting kids to speak English, not Urbanese.

Nope ... never been there, sorry to write (or say).