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.