Work erratic

M: 11-4 (likely out of town later that day)
T: 10 - 3 (FW)
W: 8 - 4:30
R: 2 - 10
F: 5 pm - 1:30 am
S: 5 pm - 1:30 am
N: OFF
M: 11 - 8

Shouting out names

I wound up sounding like Phil Harris from Disney's Robin Hood. "Fortunes told!"

Wearing work

Well, twice I wore what I make ... stuff at work. I bumped into a person carrying stuff. Bam -- I'm wearing it! Later, this same person accidently squirted herself with spray -- wearing it.

Special to some, 'special place in the sun'

So, in a conversation, alcohol was regarded with sin and bad stuff, while this plant above was common, held higher than cigarettes -- so terrible a substance. Drugs, by any other name, would smell just as foul.

"I'll see you after work"

Well, hours later, she's still comfortable with me, enough to talk candidly about a few things. The sad bit is ... I'm really not attracted to her. + Now, how to say that, especially when my goal has been to get her to do the right things for her life -- take the opportunity she has been given (work-related).

Damn, damn, damn!

I think I shall never talk again, it gets me involved when I really wish to opt out.

+ Hey, what's with all the luggage? Oh, that! That's just my emotional baggage.

Stopping hotrod

Squealer was stopped last night. I passed him on my way home last night. Ah, an officer probably had an interesting ticket for that guy. Let's see ... reckless driving. Dude, you're goin' to court!

I saw, I bought, I buy again

I remarked that the phones at work were bad. They agreed. I then had to find phones to replace them. I shouldn't have opened my big mouth. I found a phone, bought it as per the GM's request. "Hmm ... okay. Buy another one."

[excited music sound]

"Another shrubbery?!"

"Or you can securely lock the doors with these anchovies."

So, this morning I will buy another phone. Thankfully, they did indeed pay me for the phone I brought to them.

+ the dialogue is sampled from Monty Python's Search for the Holy Grail

jobs, not here

I looked ... axe flung into the air ... then I lick smacked the axe and found no gold nor any silver. +

+ reference to "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer", Yukon Cornelias' character

Snap, crackle, March

Fireworks!


It's flippin' March dudes! I think you are starting a bit early. I guess, as long as it isn't 1 a.m., I'm alright with it.

Killarney Castle

Killarney Castle
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

This was found in a small town in Indiana. No ... it wasn't a real castle.

Bud light

Nature buds and spring blooms ... cast away the cloudy gloom

A day off that isn't a day off

I was scheduled a day for a class, but the GM forgot whether it was Tuesday or Thursday. I am pretty sure that would take some hours of my regular schedule, but who knows. I know that I'm paid for it. It would be nice, even if it ate up a day off that I could get a little larger paycheck for one half-day of paid work.

As consolation prizes, it would be clean -- I wouldn't smell like my general work and I would be finished and in town by 4.

I have yet to google calendar it, for I do not yet know the date. That being the case, I have not requested off a day that I was going to ask off, for I have another distant "opportunity" as it were.

crashing waves

crashing waves
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

As seen from a walk around the lake.

An unexpected walk and talk ... by the lake.

Bike shop where, if I had money, I could have bought a nice bike.

squealer

Last night there were two cycles ahead of me in traffic. There was also a punked and roughly assembled car in the far lane. At the color verde, the car peeled off, far ahead of the cylces. Interestingly enough, no cops were around. The cycles could have easily passed the fool, but were wise enough not to risk tickets. The car driver, in a last, ballsy and triumphant brainless macho move, squealed his tires before pulling off to another street. God willing, there weren't any children in the street.

Man, that driver was so ... me, years ago.

thinking about how the day went

It reminded me of this.

Banker's hours webpage?

I went to the site of my 401/403 caretaker and it isn't working today. Huh. Webpages not open on weekends, like some businesses. Imagine that! I didn't know you could do that!

I'm none-too impressed.

So, I guess you shouldn't smoke, right?

Video shows graphically, why people should not smoke. Simple, real, but smokers won't learn. I don't credit smokers with intelligence, as smoking is dangerous -- no matter from under what stupid rock you got any other ideas.

couldn't crawl

My car ... inefficient in some ways. It has the climbing power of a leaf. The leaf, powerless on its own, could reach higher with the growth of the stem.

-- huh?

My car has trouble maintaining speed on hills, even, what I consider simple ones. I am seeking another car, despite the fact that I will undoubtedly be spending more on gas. I've got little money, so I wonder where I can get one.

wants a hottie

Man at work -- seeks hottie about which to obsess. End of story.






Wait, okay. Married man with child asked if there were hot women there tonight. I completely feigned interest, especially since two ladies who work there -- I find quite attractive. Quote the [my name] evermore.

How in the?

It feels that my feet are getting stronger, if such a thing could be. Of all the things that I'd like stronger -- my mind, back, arms, legs, hands ... I get strong feet. What gives?

Work week 6

• M 11 - 4
• T - OFF
• W 11-8
• R 2 - 9
• F 2- 10
• S 11 - 8
• N 12 - 8
• M 11 - 4

Top of the charts, gossip down

I am in a position to hear some gossip ... I wish there were none, but that isn't the case. Ever lurking ... the signs, hints and allegations. A phrase four generations from the beginning ...
"JoBeth eats fire with envy."
Uh ... did you embelish anything on the story you got?
Maybe.

and now a moment to make plans

Ah ... I saw this lovely woman again today. She works there, but I must ask her if she is married. It seems to me that she might be ... alas for me if she is. The code prohibits jewelry, hence ... no sign of marriage.

I thought about her and I thought about one other woman who tenderly melted my heart once. Even married, I chatted with her -- transported to high school with friendly chats and little hearts when our eyes met. It wasn't to be, for she had married and that was that. She had gained weight, and found her equally attractive -- I guess I wasn't looking at her per se, but of hope, dream, or some deep romantic thing I won't bother to cover here.

I guess it's springtime and my heart is aching, but I'll settle right now for playful sexual banter, as I had today with another woman.

Pay my bills!

There's a radio station that will select a random person and pay that person's utility bill, if, the person submits the bill and responds to the station selecting him/her within ten minutes. There was a completely stupid woman who called wanting the bill to be paid, but hadn't faxed it. She didn't have a fax, she didn't work, but wanted her minutes (obviously a cell phone) paid as well as a bill. Now, let me get this straight:

You don't have a job, you're on a cell phone, and you plan to drive over to the station tomorrow to drop off a bill?

I suggest a good smack on the head.

FW doesn't like me

I reviewed the survey for Mc

Indianapolis

Man! I just can't win! I can't find anything within FW, dog gone it!

apprehensive

I got a survey from Mc ... I have yet to complete it. I will do so today and send it off. I got good rest last night, I hope that my mind is rested too.

Books resting

I have a manual that rests right now. I need to spend about two hours on it sometime to finish a few things, then review and prepare for a class then a test that will happen -- sometimes, maybe in May. The area M was there yesterday, after the company person came through to inspect the facility -- cleanliness, adherance to policy, yadda, yadda, yadda.

At one time, the area M had a (required to be professionally done) sign for the place. He, however, held it like a phallis of 25'. One wonders, really, how such a guy holds the job that he does, then I remember that he's flat -- never having held any other job. He had never worked for any other company. That, my friends, makes a person a little looney.

The GM remarked to me in what ways the area M is good, but candidly remarked that he felt the area M lacked some professionalism. "Hey, Dawg", the area chatted on the phone, might be an example of this.

Anyway ... should get back to bookwork. Homework isn't just for school.

I also put my foot in my mouth and am buying a phone for work today. Let's hope that it wasn't an error to speak of it. I will be compensated if it dies. Oh, uh ... I mean, they will re-imburse me.

Dorkis

I was "stationed" as it were in an area with which I have little practical experience. Well, trial by fire, I'm there. At one point, I asked, "What do you use?" I got no response. Again I asked ... nothing. I randomly pulled up something, "do you use this?" "No."

Apparently some methods of training require you to guess, make mistakes and be called out on them, much like "Office Space", where showing initiitve is punished. The GM is better, but the lowers are, well ... one in particular has an unkind streak that lies just below a young face.

I am an old fart in relation to many others there. The other M's there are twenties. The GM is older than I am. I am learning to cope with the many inconsistencies, thinking to myself how I would like to have my own place to run it differently in many respects.

Kinda like

There's a woman at work ... kinda like this, and I think she kinda likes me. I'm, uh ... put off a bit.

Yo, M, my man!

I was supposed to get a Mcphone call, but I guess the person McForgot.

watch your tongue

Last night, anything stated was "dirty", after a series of silly situations. Thankfully, most people couldn't hear the unprofessional bits making airways, perhaps it would have affected business.

due for a class

I spoke with the manager who is supposed to register me for a class, then generally are 10-3 on the day they are run. This just about puts me out of doing that and going to work. I could, in theory, do the class then drive up and start work from like 4 "ish" to close. Now that, ladies and gentleman, would be a long friggin' day!

I was reading over the book. The "testing", as the manager put it, will be for me to verbally recall the sections, in mostly their entirety answering all of the questions in the book, and then able to verbally answer the panel's other questions. This is for step one of many hurdles. There is a lot to remember, thankfully I don't think some parts are on later tests.

I looked over it all and it appears to me that I'll be telling the "Illiad" and at the end, be open for questions.

Post-mortem accident

On the highway, on my way home last night, I saw five firetrucks, many police vehicles, and the Westbound traffic completely stopped. In the "center" of it all was crumpled stillskin -- an S-10 like thing looking cartoonishly burned, smashed, and chewed like Godzilla tasted it, stepped on it and spit fire on it. I doubt seriously that the driver or anyone in the hulk of a thing survived. It really wasn't clear what happened. I would hazzard to guess too fast of truck vs heavy semi, end of story.

On my way to work earlier, I smelled a foul wind, not from me, but the semi next to me. At the light, I saw a fire at the axle of the truck. I was happy to pull away at the green ... the driver apparently felt "something was wrong" and pulled over, I noticed in my review mirror. I wonder if his brakes were on fire or what.

Thinking of fire, I got burnt a few times at work by hot items and hot liquid. There is a silly woman at work who spanked me twice also, so I geuessed I got my bottom warmed, not burnt, also. Despite my great volume of anti-persperant and anti-deodorant -- I stank at the end of the day. I don't want to know how hot summer will be. Today, I'll try lots more "pit juice" and aroma spray (cologne).

I drove with my windows down the whole way home -- anyone behind me for the first 10 miles had the smell of some guy who worked quite a bit, somoewhere ahead of them, mixed with the local smells of factories and animal manure.

Pull out the tongue

Maia does her best James Dean

I iz schtoopid

I was looking through flickr at pics and saw a gray someone ... I thought it was a person in a large bunny suit. I thought, maybe, ready for Peter Cottontail to head down the bunny trail to make some child happy or in wonder. No. It was a woman in a gray sari.

Boy, am I sorry I mistook the sari.

left the corvette parked out front

I was on a busy main street the other day when I saw a bright, shiny corvette parked in front of a house in a little run-down area. "Life-size" Barbie apparently parked it there and went in to play some more with the girl who lives there.

Iraq?

So, I was at MR's last tonight and saw, "Iraq in Fragments" showing the Sunnis, Shia, and the Kurds. The Sunnis verbally repulsed the government and despised the US. The Shia are the skinheads, fighting anyone for no reason -- hating the US and well ... anything not Shia and even some Shia. The Kurds, it appears live in Kansas, living a simple life mostly weapon-free. From what I saw, the Shia were the most violent, bar none, and everyone had a weapon be it a stone, knife or gun.

If we had to take any Iraqis, let's have the Kurds.

What kind of street is this?

There were a couple of faggots at a corner of the street as you can see. They were being pretty obvious.

They seem to blend together

I got a call for a phone interview with one of these places.
I can smell it now, oh wait ... I work at one too.

"Dear God", he wrote

Were I to have a child ...

working hands

'My hands are worn, I know
but they're not yours, they are my own'

-- paraphrased from Jewel, "Hands"

I feel the strains of calluses trying to heal, but for a lost cause. I get minor burns, cuts and sores, thick pads which were once hands. I have appearing working man's hands. I haven't been "counting money all" my life.+ Granted, I do deal with some money, but mainly working with my hands, push, cut, burn, repeat.

+ Jaws

with a twist

Keith claims this ... the picture that shows a Cramer house.

After twister, Charlie practiced punching ... thankfully not Daddy's groin.

Charlie brings us the ghost of 70s past.

Girls on the sofa; Lori cuddles with Cheyenne or vice versa.

Charlie entices me to play twister -- ultimately, the dogs won as they had to get in on the action. Keith also encouraged them by throwing the tennis ball under my legs. The payoff was me falling on my butt.

Figure 4 position and you can see my bald spot. Cool, I wonder if I'll have hair at 50.

Echo chews on my neck ... no, really just wanting to kiss me -- on the face. Good buddy Charlie on my back.

Here, it's clearly looking like a chew.

Chew! I'll then chew on his neck, while Cheyenne bites him too. They like to cheat.

For voice alone

A guy at work has a voice that reminds me of the "officer" in this spoof that remarks, "Was I talking to you? If you ... I'm gonna shoot ya."

Work, as I know it

M 11-4
T OFF
W 11-8
R 2-9
F 2-10
S 11-8
Sun 12-8
M 11-4

Woke up cold, tired

I think I am still cold and tired. Man! I set the thermostat low to cut energy costs and once out of my warm bed ... yikes, I think that stirred some of the weariness out of me. I then put on layers to get warm while the house was warming and ... got comfy and tired again. Coffee put only a minor dent in my alertness. I've got to work, so sleep is out of the question.

I'm more valuable than in 2006

Look for yourself!

strength to travel

I feel that I am getting stronger with my change of what I do at work. That's good! I drove home and got to see ten wild deer in the fields. There were three at one place, etc. Some of the distracted drivers missed them -- talking on the phone tends to occupy your attention.

How work will remember me

Bed hard.
Room cold.
Food tasteless.

It's about time you got out of here, you've been compplaining ever since you got here.

From an old joke about a man who enters a monastary and may only utter two words each ten years. After thirty years, he quits the order. That's how I feel now, I don't complain really, but rather am trying to find solutions to situations. I am seemingly annoyed, but am really thinking of solving something I consider to be a problem. I don't complain about it, but rather try to find a solution.

This is especially important when the company follows the "1 Minute Manager guide". Don't complain, find solutions.

I think $6 million is too small ... go for $12 million

Now, perhaps I'm playing favorites, which I am, but Carol Burnett far exceeds "Family Guy". Fox, you did wrong, you know you did, pony up. Fox isn't the worst or only channel to dig into a sewer pipe and claim it television, but here, clearly they did wrong. I'm sure there just wasn't anyone to seek regarding many of the other like issues that "Family Guy" uses, like "Willy Wonka" and many others.

I'm sure sometime soon, we'll all be deafened by the advertisements, also on radio, of Fox being "daring" enough to air "Jackass" and "Jackass 2" during primetime. I don't doubt that it would "seem like a good idea" to some programming manager.

One: rude, crude, disgusting shows should really be aired after 10. I opt out of watching, so I'm not hardly concerned, but others pushing the envelope and viewers loving it spells the end of television, just about, for any children I might raise.

Well kids, you have a choice of 12 channels: Disney, Nick, Fox Family from (3:30 - 7:00), Discovery, Cartoon Network from (7:30 - 9:30), weather channel, some limited news, and the local channels. The sports channels, perhaps with continued parental viewing.

Carol, I empathize with your situation. Kick Fox's butt -- sue, win!

Come home and ...

"Come home and come over to play with me", Charlie announced into the phone. I got a message on my answering machine from Charlie, wanting to play with me. This week might turn out better, but I frankly don't know. I'll found out today if I will have off Tuesday or whatever and if I'm there til close or at open -- but I should make time to see my good buddy Charlie.

Busy day, not much to say

I was a little disappointed with work, division of work, scheduling, task assignment -- really, use of personnel. Near the end of my time there, I got a bit of humor -- good, as during the day I was getting a bit miffed. I celebrated St. Patrick's Day, quitely with cookie and milk.

I don't have time to sit and drink away the night. Also, I work Sunday.

I came home quite messy, more so than usual, as we were seemingly under-staffed and it got crazy.

Still, I also got to see a woman at work ...

her eyes, smile

enchanting

So Snickers

After the launching and canning of the gay commercial, they followed it with a red light, green light gang warfare commercial. Uh, yeah. Good thinking. So, Snickers is for gay gang members? I just don't understand who they hired for the marketing department.

"Knock, knock, knock. Hello in there! McFly, McFly! Is there anybody in there? Now how would it look if I turned in my paper with your name on it? Why don't you make like a tree and get out of here?" +

+ Back to the Future

might just be stupid

If you talk to an answering machine as though it were a person, you might be stupid.

I got, "Hello, [my name]. [My name again]." click.

Don't you think when you hear, "leave a message", that there is a good chance you are not, indeed, hearing a live person talking with you?

Thank you for waiting

If I ever seem to not respond, you'll understand that my brain takes more breaks now.

business literature

The last few business books I've read were terrible. I'll put an analogy to them,

So, don't be like the ant that was crushed by the grape-eating, sky-diving elephant, just because you are a worker and that's what you do. While valiant as the elephant was, ultimately it died. Be more like the aardvark who entered the navy, while never becoming a pilot, later was an astronaut after working at NASA as a janitor, finding and eating the golden apple. Be the aardvark!

Okay, so why are we using animals? Better still, why not use a real-world annecdote to demonstrate, "success through trial and error and documentation", or "perseverance pays", or "know yourself, know your competition".

I was once thinking of getting an MBA to add to my resume' but these business books of animals racing around decrying, "who moved the cheese", etc. boring and stupid. I'll apply, conversely, the animals from "Animal Farm", with "I will work harder", by the horse worked to near death, then sold to a glue factory. "It was the work of Snowball and his henchmen", to cast blame on hidden forces rather than to take blame. Finally, "Some are more equal than others" as demonstrated by many companies, practices, and policies.

Go-Getter

I read the required reading, Go-Getter and found it long-winded. "Never quit, never surrender ... it shall be done."

Okay, if you can't find a book fresher than 1920s, rethink what you're teaching. Thankfully the book was short. I've read longer children's chapter books.

hour rates

ed
oof
nn

The lights out make it funnier. This hotel next to strip club dubs itself "ed oofn'" -- that's what we're talkin' about!

swim the green

green beer

I probably shouldn't post it ...

"Oh my ... Becky, look at her butt. It's so big ... she must be one of those rap guys girlfriends." (She then smacks her own butt) What struck me funny later about this was, that she was talking to "Becky" and the woman talking about herself did have a little largeness to her bottom, not tons. She brought in her little girl ... black.

She must be one of those rap guys girlfriends.

Steel Dynamics

From the ground it's even larger. At the top you can see the 4 lane divided highway on which I travel.

keep the theme going

"Kiss me, I'm Irish", is what I'd like the young woman to say to me.

Confidentially, I'd kiss regardless.

Dating bastards

Perhaps jaded, but at work, I am reminded that many women seek the "bad guy" to date. Chances are, he is a bad guy and will treat her like crap. Then, after years of abuse, in one form or another, she leaves to find another jerk or some poor fool who is in for the trip of his life. Gee, I'm the first guy who's nice and she treats me like crap. They need to air out reality here to people. If a person seems like a bastard, they might very well be a bastard. Come to use the term bastard, you might have one or two yourself after the bastard leaves you broke with kids to raise. I hear more stories at work of margarita families (blended) borne mainly of youth and abuse. After much tequilla you do stupid things that you may not remember but surely should seek forgiveness, and abstain from repeating.

Don't:
date crazy people
date bastards
marry either of the above
expect things to get better with children

Do:
set high standards for yourself
dismiss the little things
respect yourself and your lover
watch for signs of craziness/vindictiveness (jerk behavior -- both sexes apply)

I only carry hundreds!

Some people come up to pay and, of course, they have big bills. I guess this makes them big as well? I don't think so. Go ahead, rob me! The last time I tried to spend a wad of my own money, the credit union called me to make sure it was me using the card. Carrying big bills doesn't make you a man. Why get big bills, becasue you don't have a checking account or credit card? Get one, plastic, roughly card shaped, never touching bacteria and virus laiden money, with dabs of drugs and chemicals here and there. You can even put tips on the receipt.

I know this because if you go to the ATM, it doesn't spit out hundred dollar bills -- only banks, credit unions, drug dealers, check-cashing places (including bars), and day laborors dispense large denominations. It doesn't impress me, buddy boy! Treating your woman to a $18 meal ($9 of which is hers) shouldn't impress her either.

Confessions?

Khalid Sheikh Mohammed confesses to masterminding September 11th and the 1993 bombing and with getting the Dixie Chicks back into the US. Hmm ... doubt it. I don't think the same person planned both. It's possible, but improbable that the same person planned both. I'll hold off on my cheering and pennant waving until I read a little more.

"I'm not saying it's not the shark Martin. I'm just saying that's unlikely they got the right one. It's a tiger; it's rare for these waters." +

I'm not saying he's framed or innocent, but rather find confessing to both interesting. I don't think he would be responsible for both, therefore -- liar. They need to get more information, not just ... "I say, I say, I did it. I liked it. I'll do it again."

+ Jaws

missing the company of a woman

There is a woman at work, about whom I have not blogged, that seems to be stuck in my mind. She's likely very young, but did a few things the other day that stuck in my mind ... funny, cute, I can see her eyes. Hmm. I'll get over it, it just strikes me odd that she's there in my mind.

The good news is that I am being guessed at the same age as I am also guessed, 35. Now, I'm actually being guessed younger than I am. Since the age of 21, I have been guessed as 35. Now, I can be guessed as 35 when I am older, perhaps much older.

My age ... as old as I am, now plays a hinderance to finding a woman roughly my age, for I know that I long for a lifetime companion -- wife or woman who's just my lifetime companion. I think I'll start looking for women with five or fewer children ... never expecting to find one without children.

--- her eyes ---

compliments of a nice State trooper

I was speeding in my car, which seems an unlikely event. Yes, my car can, at times, exceed the speed limit. I was approaching a town on the highway and a state trooper pulled me over for speeding. He nicely gave me a written warning rather than a ticket. I think he was courteous and kind anyway, but my greasy appearance after a day of working in the heat likely added to his kindness. I had stripped off my work shirt and had on my white t-shirt and required black pants. I looked like a greaser in an old, dented car. "Have mercy please," implored my car and situation.

This is a second time in years that a state trooper has been kind enough to stop me and give me either a verbal or written warning. So those of you who have such experiences, you might share my liking for their kindness. Thank you officer, sorry that I wasted your time!

compliments of work

Neat stuff, though I would have been fine with just the paperwork. I read the 1-Minute Manager already. I am reading the other, will have it finished today. I guess that I am, indeed, going to be going through the training and that I'm not "too old ... too old to begin the training."

She doesn't one no "one minute man" ager

another quote

talking about me, a woman said, "I just want you in my bed." Yep, she meant it that way too.

Nobody told me there'd be days like these. Strange days indeed! Most peculiar, mama!" +

+ "Nobody Told Me"

Saturday, early

Crushing "evil", snakes flee ... St. Patrick doth we remember thee.

Anyway, I don't follow patron saints anything, but I bid you a lucky, early, Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Wearing green is nice, wearing grin is right.

Eating less is a pain in the

stomach. Since I've been eating less and working more, my stomach and body have had to get used to it. Now, at times, my stomach aches for food. Yet, when I sit down, ready to eat, it folds up, pretending. So ... I geel cheated, it's neurotic in a way. Come on, you were wanting food. What's wrong?
Nothing.
Come on, what's wrong?
Nothing.

It's like conversations with a bitter spouse, she just doesn't want to talk about it, but is happy to be mad. I'm left, "WTF, mate?"

Do you want food?
Maybe.

What?
I don't know. Don't touch me.
......
And so ... plateau number one is reached.

I lost some weight. Now, I have to replace fat with muscle before I see any other weight change. That is stage 2. I hope I get through that. I am not disheartened.

Bozo of work

I have now lightly burnt myself several times, got a 110 mild shock and bumped my cranium on a 3' ceiling. Yeah, you could say that I am bearing the marks of a worker there. Now, when I successfully get a grease burn, to add to my other permanent scars of life, I would say that I had just about all the marks I could have.

I just need a red nose and longer shoes... "Heididly ho fellows"!
Bozo Flanders, me

Ring, ring, ring

She got her wings.

Beloved friend, where my sister needed cuddling and a reason to smile, Angel was there for her. Far from an "angel" she was a very good girl, favoring her mommy, and her mommy's mom. She loved mud and was fond of chewing on logs, bark, stones, nearly anything. Notorious for stealing from the table, when she could, she lived with love. Her jogging with Daddy will upset him so. Her loss spells a bitter end to a nice bit of surrealistic joy that my sister could enjoy, share.

Angel developed very aggressive cancer, matasticizing to many organs. Her initial treatment to keep her alive went okay, but the doctors saw the entent of her cancer on her organs and throat, tongue, and she was not going to live long or well.

Play hard little one ... for hopefully Diane will see you in the clouds ... in her heart, as broken as it is. Everyone will find it hard to find a photo without you in it.

Jennifer, Jessica, Jim ... may it be a blessing that you knew her, and she you.

Everybody's kung fu fighting

Fiko_Jumping090206_10
Originally uploaded by hapatxn.

I have never seen such a high flying tiger (cat). Beware birds of the wind, for this cat will catch "and kill at will"+. I do not know the photographer.

+ LL Cool J, "Mama Said Knock You Out!"

Cat fight fever

Huh. Hispanic groups are fighting the law in PA that penalizes illegal immigrants. Huh. I'll chew on that a while. Hispanic groups ... I wonder why they would be battling for illegal immigrants. Huh ... probably civil responsibility and all that jazz, or is it. No, couldn't be. Could there be more illegal Hispanics in the US than other groups? No, well, maybe.

Let's see, I wonder if the court will translate the documents to Spanish for those fighting the law. I hope not. Tough luck if they can't read English as ... I thought, was part of the requirement for successful immigration that you have some limited literacy and comprehension and use of the English language. That sound's terribly insensitive, I know. I also know that there is no legitimacy in translating to people who refuse to adopt that language. "F 'em"!

Smokin' potty dance

Betwix smoking and needing to pee, a woman decides to smoke first, then pee. In the interim ... potty dance while smoking.

On a warm day, you could drive forever

I was the only one on the road with my windows all the way down. I shut off the radio, I wouldn't have heard it anyway and drove. At the few stoplights, I pulled off my overshirt -- still wearing a t-shirt and then pulled off my outerlayer of socks. Had I packed shorts, I would have been in those. It was great! I had time to get my hair cut, so now my head is breezy too.

Read here for bad news

When I write bad, I mean that in all ways. How we're losing the war; how bad things are; how bad the media is; how bad world would be without the media; how you're following everything we say ...

Bad journalism, all around. Newsweek, I don't think so ... Newbleak is more like it.
The National Equirer would be better. At least that's laughable.

Work with a rocker

He's not there often, but Matt works where I work. He also has a "day job" and plays with this band on the weekends. Believe it or not ... not that you can understand the lyrics, but that's Christian Metal.

Today, I got spanked

There's a woman at work who is 'insisting' that another woman and I start making babies. Well, today she swatted me as she walked by. Now, I could never get away with anything like that, but she did. I would rank the experience as pleasant. She's married, it was for fun, there is no flirtation there.

There is another woman, whom a different woman claims, "Ooo! I think she likes you", as she keeps probing me for my interests and that maybe we could go hiking together. In some of her thoughts -- expressed, she reminds me of X, a major turn off. Who knows what will happen there.

Playful banter

Thankfully, not brought up on charges, "move your buns" I said the other day. I rather forgot myself, but was not recused for my thoughtless statement. It was responded with a smile, as my comment was meant to provoke an action and humor. Thankfully it achieved both.

would smell just as foul

A guy at work smokes these, not swisher sweets, but miniaturized cigars. I don't know what they are other than foul! Take burning leaves, burning tires, burnt underwear from Tex-Mex lunch and Szechwaun snack and south-Indian dinner. Mix that with morning seventeen hour grilled steak and you have -- stink in a stick. This guy smokes them claiming they taste good. Huh. And to think they claim that smoking kills your tatebud sensitivity, eh?

I think carpet-bomb farts of broccoli, onion and cayenne would smell sweeter and better.

I heard the comment of a "these are deadly" chips-eating guy at work, "left a gift over there for you" and he beat a hasty retreat from his A (ss) bomb.

With the general smell of stuff at work, mixed with the foulness of cigarettes, then couple that with over-active intestinal bacteria or plain body function, I almost never eat at work. Imagine that! The water there, as of late, has quite the out-housish aroma. Yum!

Sad note

Without giving details, family has discovered a choice someone made that ruined their desire ... or opportunity. While the decision isn't fatal, it is heart-breaking. I haven't a thing to tell the family, for in my outsider's and perhaps ignorant perspective, I see it as positive. While there is a loss of what never was -- really hope, hope leaving hurts. It was an opportunity and commitment that they no longer have. My sympathies go out to them.

Mrlez

What was the name?
Mrlez.

Dude ... Moralez ... try to say it with me. Come on now, it's your name. Try enunciating the sounds ... ah, yes ... the fifty-cent of the Spanish-speakers. Don't bother pronouncing your family name correctly.

I am surprised still, that people actually carry hundreds. Why carry cash, let alone hundreds? I think they are trying to impress people with money. Well, I'm not. Make it easy on yourself ... pay with card, simple and no change to tote around.

this afternoon, I was handed this

Yep, I was handed my (African wild) ass.+ It was busy and I was cut and run. Later, I cut, then I ran.
I'm winding down faster tonight.

+ The phrase, of course, is "got my ass handed to me".

work quip

"Do you think I'm made of ... [word]?"

No, but I do believe the man is full of something.

These people

"These people wouldn't care if you gave them them best blowjob in the world", stated a server (waitress) regarding some of the missing tips from jerkwater people. You know ... even if the server is only bringing you glass after glass of drink and moving away the thousands of plates from your bovine eating, you could tip something.

I post this because it was surprising and candid.

Scheduled again

Monday	Tuesday
11:00 – 4:00	2:00 – 9:00
3/12	3/13
Wednesday	Thursday
4:00 – 1:00 am	Off
3/14	3/15
Friday	Saturday
2:00 – 10:00	11:00 – 8:00
3/16	3/17
Sunday	Monday
12:00 – 8:00	11:00 – 4:00
3/18	3/19

working with young people

Late night -- little "real" business happening, but end of the night cleanup and teardown is going on, as typical. The young guys there, high schoolers acting like much younger teens are tagging each other and shooting sprays and water at each other. It's all in good fun and the teasing isn't serious. It's almost refreshing to see the boyish joy in playing at work. Hopefully, if I stay with the cigaretter-ladened conpany, I will be as lax with that as need be. I remember at another place, my command was, "Don't leave anything that I have to explain." If the work was done, well, timely ... I did not care if there was silly play involved.

One guy crashed through the ceiling. That ... I had to explain as something. Guys, don't make me have to explain it. That is my one, and only rule.

Because he was high

"Yeah ... uh, wait. Hold on ... [long pause] Can I get, wait ... what do you have?"
"Do you mean ---"
Interrupting me, "Yeah, I want a (places an order) ... naw, man ... sorry, make that a (change in order). Hold on ... whatchyouwan (shouting to friend over the droning of a TV) ... yeah, what ... okay, and uh, a (places order)."
"Do you want ..."
"Naw man."
I repeat the order.
"Naw ... uh, change that. Gonna pick it up. Hwlg?"
"Alright."
"Man, hol' up. Howung?"
"What's that?"
"How long?"
"Twenty-five minutes."
"Alright ... coo -- " [hangs up before finishing.

The sad thing is ... he's likely to be driving.

if you have one ... use it

Hey folks! It is finally time for you and propane to get re-acquainted. Open the lid ... clean off grime and it is finally, Winter grilling time. The spotty good weather is a perfect time to eat grilled food. Skip all that other stuff. You tongue, nose, and stomach miss the grill. Use it, while you can!

What they seek

Notice, "Land of the Lost" is not forgotten.

Chavez, shove it!

Now that I fixed another election, I will speak again. Venezuela is the jewel of South America. So I call to you, the little people, call out the US as evil and romp and stomp and throw your fists and go get whatcha need.

The US makes a counter-offer of, "Stuff it!"

Hugo, put a little more 'elected' on the term "president" and a little more tator on the dic

would-be profanity

I had to check it twice before posting.

Cancer from phones

I gotta find a new place ... I was gagging today. There isn't a phone that doesn't reak of cigarette ... a chimney swell will arise several times during the day.

Blech ... pew ... I gotta get out

clocks out the window

Petty, but I think switching to daylight savings time was stupid. This weekend we all get to lose an hour. That makes sense. Usually people get to have some "fun" before blacking out for an hour. Well, quasi-reality sets in and we all lose an hour. I didn't vote for it, yet we have it.

"You don't vote for a king!" +

+ Monty Python's Holy Grail

not to disturb me when I am werking +

I was looking yet again at job postings ... diddly squat. Nice. I also have no heard back from a couple of places. Well, in any event, I can look forward to Thursday off, maybe, perhaps, then getting more stuff done.

"full of doubt and remorse ... he's going the distance" ++

+ Young Franekstein
++ "Going the Distance", Cake

beyond thought

Driving for so long each way gives me a long time to think. The radio, of little consolation, is a mere white noise in my merry-go-round of thoughts, swirling, twirling, spinning. Sadly, often this well describes dead end or round thinking that has no conclusion. I can, however think about different perspectives -- outside looking in, inside looking through -- there, is inspiration.

Preconsciously and consciously I probe, "what if" qeustions ... all the time. I'm surprised I haven't left the road, as I deeply think sometimes.

What if I started a company: vocational training and placement ... Today I looked online and there is a small glut on the market.
I'm also thinking of training modules for where I work; modifying things to lessen errors; moving things to make things safer; where will I be living in 6 months; new concept for travel ... a useful thought

neon painting the bottom half of poles and posts in parking lots so that plows don't smash them

federally mandated requirement that all Hummers, and later SUVs have at least two passengers at any time during travel, large fine or towing & impounding of vehicle

Permanent denial of suits against cigarette companies (about final anyway), also denial of health claims for smokers -- aka touchet

universal fuel adaptor ...

are crops ready to be set; definition of fergaicious; I'm a CEO (closest this rapper will be to accounting); bills; paid; time off as requested; traffic

in-town burial of wires for safety and beautification

"- HR photo"; Arby's sand [other letters out], what's a horse doing on that sign; diner from Star Wars -- does Mel work there; car dealships -- truly avenue of autos; if a train leaves Boston at 45 mph and another trains leaves London, when will they cross paths; if I had to find a hotel, could I

how many libraries could I use with my address from one county, living in another, working in yet another

which services are available up there -- wireless, highspeed

am I learning?

where should I be working? Can I come up with a WHOLE idea, especially relevant to vocation and a well-suited job?

errors

Please read the fourth line.

While the lyrics are familiar to me and the words are all familiar to me, looking at this, I am stopped by, "read the fourth line." Which fourth line? Should I go by the lyrics and the stanzas in the song, no matter how badly blurred and stained they are or should I find the fourth line and read that. Such is the confusion sometimes at work. At times, it's almost like, "Every other third Sunday after a full moon, except in September, where it's always the second Thursday with notable exceptions.

The exceptions aren't as bad as just plain terrible sloppiness. Add to this, the futility of talking or directing with 15-40 dB ambient noise, varying in locations. So, in a quieter area, you talk as if someone in a mid-noise level can hear you ... not so. My "beef" is sloppiness. I got this type of paper and from that I was to put together my "thing". I made an error. Now, I would normally be angry with myself for a stupid glitch, but here ... it festered all day because I would not attribute it to my fault, but rather in sloppiness. It angered me so.

If you have the time to write, "red, green, yellow, white", don't write, "rd, gn, y, w", for then the reader wonders, "where's the fire" or something like that given to WTF.
....
My second little sore spot:
Welcome to the 21st century ... please don your wooden sandals and begin your freeway travel to your destination. Some of the things there seem almost as schtupid as given NASA abacuses. If there is technology ... use it. The company isn't small. Like any large company it would have buying power. If you want fewer errors ... smaller losses ... improve the system.

Well, you see, I didn't know how to write carburetor, so I wrote, "Car" in it's place. That didn't confuse you did it? So, in the decades of existence ... there are computers there doing things like tabulation ... sales, but as far as ordering ... uh, no. Why use pen and paper? The system for sales has every single thing on it ... right, friggin' there!

We don't like to use the car ... it's scary, so that's why we run along the freeway in our wooden sandals. If they used what they had ... errors would be even smaller. Look, it's one thing to point out, how you come up with figures, and having a system to do it if the computers went down, but hey ... if they are running, use them!

I can understand if I make an error, but errors made on the basis of sloppiness and defiance of technology -- irks me! I'm a fool, but if there's a car, I'll choose it over walking 75 miles in a day. Use what you have.

Cerpicio found a blog

For local info on a project I think is wasteful, the Harrison Square project. I read where a Montessori school was bought for demolition. The school is having trouble finding a location, which is odd, considering the city had to buy the building, right? I saw that they were charging $149 weekly for pre-school and $129 weekly for other ages. That isn't a lot, but that should keep their heads above water.

I am against the project, as I have written before, because another minor league team downtown isn't going to be a draw for tourists. That doesn't give FW a novelty. What FW needs are jobs and a novelty. That site ought to make parking and fireworks right pretty and messy during the festivals. Those putting this together should be dismissed from the project in favor of people who know what people want.

FW, city of churches, restaurants, strip clubs, and two minor league teams, minor league hockey, minor league basketball.

That doesn't sell.

Despite a warning

A woman at work had a, well, watcher ... who seemed quite interested in her. She claimed he was interested in what she was doing ... her work, I contended. Perhaps he liked watching her move, but what she was doing, I doubt he even considered.

Yeah, whatever ... building nuclear bomb ... look at her move!

Cómo sean usted

A guy surprised me tonight by demonstrating conversational-level Spanish, though with no Spanish inflection. Way to go!

What is an arse?

"So, what's an arse?"
... (thought) You are, then saying it.

"No, what is an arse?"
You are.

"No, you see it's a joke."

The sad thing, the would-be joke-teller doesn't understand that being an arse isn't funny, but he's the butt end of a great deal of guff, grief and undoubtedly jokes. Jokes can't tell themselves, so that's his paradox.

tree captures bag

tree captures bag
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

MR's front tree captures the bag ... playing capture the flag I believe.

Back working again

I walked through the cold this morning to get my car. Thankfully the wind was not blowing and it wasn't too cold.

The mechanic stated that on my back brakes, he thought I probably had about 6-15 months of life left on them. Sweet! He did not encourage me to change them at this time, but rather, "get as much life out of them as you can, because when you have to change them you need new drums, and ..."

Now there is a good place! The bill was under $200, they didn't try to oversell and they got it done the same day. I like this place.

Cancer in a can

* brand name, unimportant
Choose one ... any one

The fact that you aren't blowing cancer in my direction doesn't mean it isn't gross. Somewhere, lurking, there is a spittoon cleverly disguised as a soda can or other. Don't go near it. It smells as foul as fresh tar and is as slimy as tar too. You could not get the stain off the clothing or skin without a scapel. "Cancer in a can" is an ad I saw in a bus booth in town. Clever. Get out the message, plain, simple clear. If you chew, you know ... it's just a reminder.

Wait

Hmmm, I'm here in FW and my sister and family are in Indy ... sister having surgery. I don't know squat, so here, I sit.

I don't like waiting and prefer knowledge over ignorance, so I sit ... ignorant, waiting, grotesquely unhappy.

Guns 'N' Roses' "Patience" will not quiet my need to know ... as my mind wanders.
God has a plan and I'm arrogant enough to want to know it. It's on a need to know basis and I don't need to know. That doesn't sit well with me.

Debbie, sister "Doodie" as I called you -- she who had been a placebo brother to me ... may your surgery go well, smoothly, time is not a factor.

International check for $4,700

I needed only call a 604 number to activate it and to get the other $45,800. I was bewildered. Why ... what ... whom ... we, what, where, why, wink ...
I was for a grant. Although I filed for a grant ... I got no response, which means, "NO". I got an ESL operator (English was not the person's first, nor best language) who couldn't answer my only question, "why".

"You only need to pay taxes on it ... that's what the check's for. You don't have to spend any of your money."
Okay, but why did I get it. It was like conversing with a radio or Rainman's Ramon. So, why did I get this?
"97X ... BAM! The future of rock and roll."
"I'm definitely not wearing any underwear."

Just answer, "why"!
Uh, oh. Uh, oh.

The call was to British Columbia. The check was from J.P. Morgan Chase in Manhattan, NY.

I manually shredded it and added it to recylcing. May it be recirculated as newspaper.

I could have killed some bills with $50,000, but I think it was a scam.

Late in blogging about devilishly prank

Prince, Superbowl ... you knew it was a bad idea.

There's uproar over prince's penis guitar. While I thought the "devil" appearance was plain ... many folks focussed on the phallic principle. Huh ... I guess I wasn't penis-focussed to see it. I did, however get revolted over the Snickers' gay commercial. Good planning gay flakes! Whomever planned that -- instant canning (ha), fired. Was this trip really necessary?

Prince, devil ... bi-sexual nut. Why choose him, because Michael Jackson wasn't available, apparently. You wonder why people think American TV is crap.

I will again suppose that maybe, a sober person will be in charge of celebrity selection for superbowl 2008. Why don't you settle for a notable, fairly popular, recent star willing to just be there -- poor pay or not. I'd even settle for country crap music over identity crisis Prince -- far removed from the 21st century, and the daring to be stupid Janet Jackson and talentless Justin Timberflake.

I liken this to Jagermeister shots with 1953 champagne and warm Budweiser in the can. Although all three are alcohol ... no person should drink them in succession or in combination or in one setting. Jager is expensive, get wasted on terrible tasting mack-nasty shots. It is undrinkable. Warm Bud caters to the "white trash" of society, unconcerned with taste, but will to fork over money for cases of beer, each case cheaper than a pint of Jager. The 1953 champagn, however should be chilled and served as the right temperature and is complimentary to an occasion or only a few meals. It is not a shot nor a bottle to down to get drunk. All three are acquired tastes -- or, taking some time to adjust.

When selecting a person for public viewing ... don't choose the naked trucker, nor Tom Greene, nor Dick Cavett, Bob Saggett, South Park, or Eddie Murphy. Think about the general audience ... find a moderate, not Gong Show contestant. If you can't find one ... ask me, I'll find one.

Devil may care, Prince was a bad choice for Superbowl. His devil guitar was more popular with penis-seekers than with people dumbfounded people like myself wondering why those responsible chose Prince. They could have put the audience to rest with "Narratives of Al Gore", by the author.

(scratches) one giant leap ...

I got a call today, much like the audio from the 1969 moon landing ...
garble, robble . .. mrphf ... we ---grrzzzzzzzzzzz ... hr sav .... catk ... oo tr, dad

One giant leap for phone kind? I don't think so. The message was, [my name] "got here safe. I'll catch you later, dad."

You say you bought that service? The funny thing is ... it is an Indy number cell phone ... why the garbage on the line?

accent absent

The other day, yet another person suspected me of being Enlgish ... British, rather, by the manner of my speech. Where's the fire, or WTF?

at least no one was hurt

MR and I were watching COPS and an officer at the scene remarked, "at least no one got hurt". The suspect was pulled from an upside-down SUV that was used in felon flight. He was "in bad shape", stated the same officer. In this case, I concur, the suspect should not be regarded. He was trying to evade arrest at speeds of 100 mph and had, of course, run red lights.

I applaud the officer for disregarding the suspect in the analysis of, "at least no one was hurt" as the broken suspect was put on stretcher into an EMS.

Since this is the 2nd time, I'll plug 'em

If you are ever in Fort Wayne, IN and need some auto service done ... please try these guys. They do a nice job for a fair price.

Waynedale Auto!

Yeah, yeah ... God is great

I got a call ... car is done early. It's around $200. I asked him to look at the back brakes then ... it will be tomorrow, but hey, I got time now.

God is great and His mercy endures forever.

afternoon's terminus of bitchin'

My work has a promotion going, but did anyone bother explaining it to people who work there ... absolutely not. Ring, "I got a question about .." How can I intelligently answer this question or help the person?

Thanks!

"Yeah, how would they know where we're going?" +

+ Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

I said, "Strip!"

Here's a highway shot of Showgirl I, yes one, because there are II, and III in town. I never thought of strip clubs having sequels, but there are always exceptions. I think the Knight's Inn and Red Roof Inn both have hourly rates. Huh. Imagine that!
In this town, my town, there is the avenue of autos and ... the avenue of smut. Here, I'll show you two of the sites. It gives new meaning to strip mall.

View from the top

of old Smokey?

Looking from above it looks prettier than from street level. You can see green, rather than metal, road, traffic. You can see a hint of a lake on the top left.

So ... more on the car

My car doesn't need a $100 fix ... it's more like $300 - $500 at a different auto shop. Here is my tale.

I took the thing to Midas ... it was going to be $100, but no ... nothing so simple or cheap. They called back with $577, then $800 some for "all that we see that's wrong". Finally they stated, "we could do bare minimum for $177, but you'd need work soon after." I called another place, they were going to get a quote for me ... wait, hey time's a wastin' and I have a second interview today people! So, after 30 minutes of waiting, I called them ... computer wasn't showing prices. Finally, the guy guessed at $200. That's cool! Now, I have to drive over to Midas, get my car again, then drop it off, get another car and go to interview.

I wait ... car is on rack, lofted, at Midas. Midas gold touch nothing ... they charge platinum prices. Anyway, after waiting 20 minutes for them to release my car, I drive the bad brakes car to a shop ... there, I drop it off. They guessed that it might be until Thursday until it's done. Thankfully, I have access to another car (van).

I am late to my second interview. I expected the guy to flat out turn down my attempts, but he let me come in and did the second interview. I did a personality profile and vocab test. He said that when he crunches the numbers, he'll call me again.

Curse my short run of bad luck, but ...

I did finish the interview, so maybe I should stop criping. Yeah, I'll do that!

change of lyrics

I heard the other night, the song, "Happiness is a warm gun". That's close. Happiness is a fat wallet for unexpected expenses.

Life has a gun

I think my life is mugging me.

"Look, I don't have a lot of money", I call out to life.
"Gimme your wallet", is all life demands. The foul stench of bad breath and evil in the voice.

"Just don't hurt me", I beg ...
I hear a hammer pull back on the pistol.


My brakes will not be $90, as I was expecting ... it will be around $500

Look, (*&!#@$!#$%Y^&#@^#$%@!$%@$@^#!%@%^$@%$!#%$@!!!!!!! I don't want to spend any money on the car that I will not keep til the end of the year! Life is busy robbing me and kicking me in the nuts. $100 is one thing ... $500 - 800 is quite another. Gee, if I had that money tree or gold mine or something.

I am trying to get my butt out of debt and life hits me friggin' again! [long chain of expletives]

Just give me somthing to break

How 'bout my stinking bad luck run?

I pulled out to the street to go get my bloody brakes fixed. Stall. Stall. Stall. The wicked cold stalled it repeatedly, then finally ... roar, the small engine made all the noise it could. I drive to Midas, as they had the cheapest price ... imagine that!

Bridge out ... road closed, take detour.

I was scraping my windshield from within the car and my fingernail slid under the plastic tag showing I had an oil change recently... three quarters of the way down my nail, underneath. I wonder if I'll lose a nail.

I don't really want to break stuff ... just this line of annoyances, but maybe it could be worse. Yes, it could. It's a bit like the annoyances in the "Ironic" song, not always ironic, just aggrivating at times. I'm sitting here typing, so not "everything sucks", but this morning ... the petty things were adding.

pot boils ... thickens

"Are you still intersted in the assistant director position", quipped an email respondant. Sketchy terms ... website lacking, but yet in town. So ...
I got my job now with potential for growth,
I have a potential for a different city management job,
I, today, got a 'respond to this' offer ...


"Eighteen years, nothing. Now, twice in one day!"+

+ Heavy Metal

Ah, the wonder of youth

Watcher

I saw a guy from maintenance watching a woman at work ... I'm sure he was sporting wood in his mind --- perhaps elsewhere. I will alert her to her secret admirer / potential stalker next time I see her. I could almost hear the gears spinning and evil thoughts' aroma permeating the room.

Wow ... I wonder if I ever spell out the sickness as thick as that. He actually moved around me at times to watch her move. Thump, thump ... thump, thump -- no, not the heart, but I'm sure there was beating. Bad bishop.

weeks of weight

I have kept track of it ... I'm losing about a pound a day, on average. At that rate, I'll be doing better in a while ...
long while ...
okay, weeks


five to six weeks to be down to my better, healthier, ideal weight.

Well, here's to getting lighter, healthier!

Dude ... you finally look young?

I used to be guessed at years or decades older. Recently, I have been guessed at younger ages ... like 25. That's cool, now if only I had those years back!

If only I had some years to relive.... I'd fix a few things.

Where the Mustang meets the road

Red Mustang vs highway ... poorly driven Mustang never stood a chance. US 30 eats another car, this time a red mustang driven stupidly.

Big, manly ... oddly placed

Hilger's

Yes, but you don't have to smell my stink ... or rather, not my car's stink.

Big man on building ... "bounty?"