Making pay stand still

Well, at work there were several times when "productive time" stopped. Oh, let's set a meeting here and talk while everyone is getting killed with the business. Yeah... that's good. You get paid for that do you?

Checking on the minutia I found missing materials. I am not required to start on my extra project until Monday, but I wanted to get a start on it. It was a good thing I started ... I was missing a valuable piece of paper. I made a call and got ... yeah, I'll bring that in.

In logistical-practical speak, that's a 40% yes on the maybe continuum. Had I hear more, "er"s, "uh"s, "yea"s, "uh huh"s, I'd know it had dropped to low double digits. Thankfully I don't have to have the paper, but the corporate will send me an email, "where is it".

They get a lot out of me, others ... hard to say.

The noob, or newbie, they have -- bad pick, average IQ, overego, underachiever. He doesn't even know how to schmooze. Now, normally, the average IQ egotist gets into management and stays, but this dude won't turn sycophant quickly enough. I'm not trained as fast because I don't, "kiss butt".

rubbing, for which I need alcohol

I was brushed with no fewer than eight individual breasts today. Some breasts "re-visited". A couple brushes were accidental, but most were not. Hmmmm .... clean environment, right? Heck no! My package was nearly groped with intent, but my position protected my package from fondling. My butt, however, was stroked, smacked, and patted. You'd think the ladies never got laid or something. Now, if the situation were reversed ... hell surely would have new attendees.

My butt was the target of attack and admiration from a naughty girl at work, who is loud ... dramatic, touchy, slutty, but in form (playing the role on stage only).

The least comfortable contact I got tonight was oddly from a guy ... scary! I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice in my ear.

Dude ... cut that out right f'ing now! It wasn't an advance, but crossing social bounds that he didn't know existed. Thankfully I didn't hear, " zip" and the second hand on the other shoulder. "Guy! The cell-block is that a-way", pointing to hell.

Westboro?

Insanity out of Kansas, how rare!

I'll bet you nearly any amount of money if Playboy or Penthouse offered money to one of the nearly-legal girls to pose when they become legal ... the Westboro clan would fold.

Hey, Playboy ... I think you can do more for the cause than litigation can. Go for it!

For even more money ... you could probably get a girl to pose with a girl ...
ends the fag statements

pose with military uniform
pose with man in military uniform (just cleaning his gun, right)

I think you get the picture.

Mr. Ripley

Believe it or not ... he does a good job! Thanks again Mike Ripley for your efforts!

does a bear ...

well, in my work town, there's a house with a bear -- quite nearly a Care Bear in the front lawn. Sadly, due to wind or vandalism, the bear appears to be whizzing on the front pine tree decorated for Christmas. In this instance, yes ... the bear does.

little wish comes true

Well, we all have big wishes. I have a couple of monster selfish wishes, where the "fruits" of the wish I would certainly share with the world, I would ask it for myself. I also make little wishes and I find that sometimes these come true. In my life, there have been people willing to risk taking the stranded driver to another location. This is, at best, a gamble. I was a couple of times saved well by kind-hearted people who offered help when I needed it. I wished that I could return the favor to someone. I got that chance.

One night, I finished work before midnight -- a feat in itself. I was joyous -- I had out-of-town family to see. I was driving home on the slick winter roads -- windy, and cold, and unkind. Nearly home 45 out of 60 minutes of my trip, I saw a car stranded in the middle of the highway. I had slid across four lanes myself and know the fear and the wonder of, "what now".

I pulled off the the shoulder to see if the driver was still there. I called out to see if he was okay. I offered the warmth of my car first, then to figure out how he was getting the car out of there. He called his girlfriend to come pick him up. I offered to take him home if that didn't pan out -- time 12:42 am. She couldn't.

So, where does he live ... in the town I left -- my work town. How in the world is God so full of irony? Well, I asked that I could help a person in need, much like I was helped, so we drove back to my work town. On the way, I got to know the guy a bit.

His parallel journey was living in my work town and driving (near-daily) to my hometown to work. I made the opposite trip, of course. The kicker was that he had a different job category, but worked for the same company. Talk about a jip! I don't earn lots, but this guy did the same thing, for less money. His car, old rusty like my former car, was a "free car" with necessary repairs totaling a thousand dollars.

Well ... I got home about the same time I would have on other nights, but I felt good, warm not from the car's heat, but from a good deed. I know, though, I should always be careful for what I wish ... it might come true and be "costlier" than I imagine.

papercrud

So... I was half right. I was in a hurry on paperwork -- my own errors. I was also right that some of the errors are of others, so I am "at fault" for not fixing their errors. So, I'm being reprimanded for others' errors. That's ***king wonderful! I don't suppose you'll be talking to the ones making the mistakes.

Typical. Kill the wrong target.

tongue out in a phft!

I watched I Harry Potter & Order of Phoenix. I think I'll try to limit my postings on movies that are worth watching. While it was a shortened version of the stupidest book of the series, it omitted much of what would later be important in the series. You also don't understand that Ron and Hermione are a couple.

for passover

Did I do good?

I shall qualify this into two categories:

substitute good with "well", in which I get no positive feedback at work. I'm alerted when I err, but not when I'm doing right, good, or well. So, I'm in Office Space where my only motivation is to avoid being told I'm doing it wrong. They blow chunks as sucking up dignity and giving it to someone else. If someone deserves a personal thanks or looking-in-the-eyes, "you're great", do it. The 'atta-boy's are lame.

I wanted to get the funk out of Dodge last night, but spent about 2 hours talking with a woman there who has some hardships in her life. Her primary focus is on the hardships of being a parent. It almost makes me happy to not be one, but there are great pluses to being a parent -- I've not had those, nor the minuses. Anyway, I think she needed an "ear" or two, if for nothing else -- venting. I guess I do good, by just being, alive being there for a time. I got home around 4am tired as anything.

There are not enough hours free to me.

Tom, Jerry, cake

Excellent work Lori!!

Long time ago ...

in a land and (galaxy) far, far away ...

Happy birthday Charlie

carry on with your indomitable spirit

Charlie had a birthday party at Bells' Roller Dome and it seemed to be quite the success. Another year older and deeper in thought. They grow quickly so don't blink!

I hope you don't get your dad's "skills" as they were with liquids -- note the coffee-like color stain on Keith?

Yo! It's about that time

Peace now and forever, Christ Jesus was born and lives forever.

Merry Christmas and may you find love, happiness and joy. Peace to all!

Sorrier

Text changed from original.

Geez!

Just for one little thing -- they kick you out!

I swear, I wasn't cheating!

Beware ... always

Turning my frown upside down

Well, I think I might try thinking positively for a while. Though my drive was terrible and my stress was high -- I was soothed with the tender caress of compassion today. I stopped on the road and around ten separate people stopped and asked if I needed help. I never even considered my hometown so friendly and helpful!

Thanks to everyone who offered to help me!

Thankfully, I didn't need it, but it was great that assistance was offered. Be it the season, the city, or the general attitude of people, that has put me in a good mood!

white roads, white knuckles

Well, I drove from work town to hometown at a blistering 28 - 34 mph. The drive lasted for 2.5 hours including the time I had to pull off the road (possible engine overheat) and shoveling my car free from the hotel parking lot. I didn't like it; didn't want it; happy to be home.

My county of residence did a better job of clearing the road than my county of work. Odd, all things considered, but happy that I saw very few people ditched out.

hotel stay

I was thinking about staying in town if the weather got bad. The company "splurged" and got me a hotel room ... negotiated trade and I spent the night in town. It's quite the winter out there now. While the hotel of choice they made was not mine, I am not disappointed.

Free; rest; coffee. I only wish I were back home.

Thanks God! Thanks work!