Work hurts

I got spanked again at work last night, this time by a different woman.

It's all in good fun and humor and there is no illicit or sexual foreplay to it. The woman who have done it are, well ... committed in some way to a man, so there isn't a "come chase me" innuendo to this game.

shoot

So this man fled the Feds and then called, "Just shoot me!"

In a follow up story, 300 officers had target practice today ...

Dude! These real work quotes are odd!

"Dude, I just woke up. Can I have ..." (11:45 pm)

Man approaches me, "I'm hungry"

"Uh, yeah. One of your drivers just cut me off in traffic."

"Help! I'm trapped (stall was locked) in the girl's bathroom and ... I need toilet paper."

"This happens all the time!" (angrily stated, but yet ... they return)

I won't type the various and many dirty comments people there have made to one another. Thankfully, no one is serious.

"That guy's an %$@#hole!" (remarked about a county officer)

"So, who invited the monster", asked the GM when he saw the mess and remnants of a 'paper war' strewn all over the floor. What a complete and utter mess.

becoming one with the shaft

There was a guy at work, kid really, who wanted out at his "scheduled" time, but work swing higher so someone had to stay. He was chosen and so, grimly he stayed. He's usually in a good mood, silly like a class clown, but it soured. I'm glad that he finally got to leave. I felt sad for him, vulture-like, trying to hastily get thingsg done to get out ... anything to get out faster.

Perhaps he'll get his wish next time.
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different work moment

A guy at work related, "I know your a techie like all of us" ...

Uh, dude, you're no techie. I'd label him closer to trekkie than to techie. Most of the people who've worked there for a while are "too comfortable" to ever really leave. I think of them as really good euchre players, but they couldn't play poker to save their lives. They are stuck in a microcosm of that place and dare not venture out. They know the critical programs, but I doubt they know much beyond that and typical surfing. The techie-of-sorts knew "router", but the intra workings are hardwired. There's a satelite dish for commnunication and system linking. That, sadly is the slowness of the system.

They are running on a win 2000 computer, including using win 3.1 software for a couple of minor things. My suggestion to the company itself ...
invest now in good material that lasts and it will save you more, but most people don't see the value in buying big-modern. The big-modern are things that are more than you need, but will fit your need down the road in 2-3 years. That's smarter thinking ... working smarter, not harder.

Anyway, I got a chance to look at the money and nightly paperwork. Hmmm, redundancy aside, there is a larger volume of clicks, tweeks, and entering that I could have imagined. As an outsider, I actually have some real suggestions for streamlining the process to make "less" work at the end of the night.

One: kill the zon machine in favor of presently available, but not activated card swipes on the POSs
Two: modify interface to show application numbers or account numbers for separate entries either - or +

I have others, but I'll post 'em later.

slip slidin' away

On my way home last night: 2:38 according to my car clock, in another county, the roads were very slick from the ice-snow mix. The wind was high, and so my car was a little plastic toy on an ice rink. I had to slow down, as I felt perpetually fishtailing. It was odd, since the roads weren't that bad in "Winter".

I was again reminded of the many things plaguing me:
place closer to work,
outstanding other bills,
get different car,
study for work test,
and more ...

Rest, not sleep but quality rest, is elusive. I did sleep, but had stressful dreams. I will settle down sometime and really rest.

Ahem. Now my justified bitching comes

When you can't find a wooden soap box use a box of powder ..

Anyway, according to a stat report, for all the effort and money (including taxpayer money) spent on lobbying and fighting and finally bringing into being daylight savings time for our area -- there was no measurable energy change.

So, let me get this right. Taxpayers had their money spent on decades of lobbying and counter filing and after all of that, we don't see any measurable difference? I adjust fairly quickly to the one-hour difference change, but others do not. If I account for the crap, I'd say the people here in Indiana and the general taxpayer lsot, and lost big time here.

May congress stopping pushing manure and start, I don't know ... doing something productive.
It's like going to a doctor for a cut hand. You cut the hand at work with a clean sharp boxknife. Rather than stitch it shut or bandage it, the doctor runs tests for weeks, to conclude, after your infected wound is bad, that it is now infected. The doctor claims no responsiblity for not more quickly attending to the real problem of just patching it together first.

This is what I think legislators did here with daylight savings time. They pushed it through and showed no value to the taxpayer and citizen. Way to go morons! Get out of law if you don't know how to do it! If you like to spend other people's money, become a professional poker player, don't use taxpayer money, jerk!

Easter sign

located in Michigan, at a large cost to build and maintain ... Cross of the Woods. Christ remembered.

I don't wear crosses or a crucifix, for if it fails in my mind, in my heart ... no trinket will make it reappear.

thinking ...

I think that I might be the tech-saviest of the lot at work. Now, since I'm older than some of the 'gers, I'd think that I'd be the slower poke, but no. They are as wit' it, on 'puters as Buddy Epson was on Park Avenue. I'd suspect, hidden deep in the small town mind is "Green Acres". Ed-Earl, Ed, Edd, and Eddy, Bill, Ed and Ed (Newhart), and the like. "That's the way it's always been", has been uttered more than once.

So ... I guess the time of the pen and pencil will remain in this untouched world. I think (again of Trek) the prime directive of not altering the course of a planet's development. It's just sad to see it limp around like it does. That's not like Nemo's "special fin"! That's intentional self-binding and blinding!

"Oh, bother." - Pooh Bear, c/o Milne

You die, and we all move up a rank

"I need a", chiefy, "to sign off on this". Okay, so now I have "signing" powers, to some limited extent. Now, I'm really pumped about flying powers and maybe X-Ray vision.

Speaking of powers of observation, the term at work for a hottie is "bubble", so people will call out to someone helping or just having helped a "bubble". A couple of guys mentioned that I appeared to have been salivating over a woman last night. She was nice, but they're perspective and mine aren't quite the same. I get only a moment with customers ("guests"). I get more time spent with people at work -- one of whom I find, well, enchanting. I will sometime find out whether she is married. She likely is, so ... moot point, as well as the no-dating thing.

I was asked yesterday about my marital status, as a time-filler, I suppose. I mentioned divorce and she probed, how long was I married, and was stunned that someone could put off the divorce with stubbornness and stupidity, as did my ex. She was dating a guy and was hoping that she'd get, ya know ... a proposal by now, not to be (year three). I mentioned that at some point, commit to a direction and stick with it. Stay or go.

There is still, yet, another hottie at work who is dating a guy. for the term "boyfriend" came up. Wow! She's, well, I thought she had a man. She's fau-ine! She's the kind of woman whose elegance is evident. Wow! She walks -- moves, twists, turns, smiles ... ah, botanical gardens -- filled with sights and wonderful scents.

I don't know her at all, so maybe that's where it ends.

- title quote from "Star Trek", the orignial series

a way to associate me with where I work

Congratualtions Ophelia Luu for winning the coloring contest hosted by my workplace! Sad to say, I didn't get a photo of her to hang up at work, as I would if it were "my" place.

She's here too

over nothing

Well, there was an unhappy person yesterday, thankfully she did not go overboard on me. She spoke with the GM and she left unhappy and the GM was visually unhappy as well.

Well, tit for tat, she left and I just got to hear the "didn't like", "didn't do", and so on. So the GM later tells me that it started off minor and he thought it ended, but she stewed and steamed and was greatly unhappy.

I'm getting a feel for more paperwork and came home last night, unbespeckled by work, as I normally am. I was, virtually clean or free of much debris anyway.

The funny line I heard yesterday, was from a guy on the phone, "Well, what in the hell is on that thing", he questioned on an item I mentioned. I had a hard time not laughing.

not a sexual term

Nutjobs!
Okay, so you're "Christian". How about spreading the word, doing charitable things that you don't normally do. Why not re-read the bible. These people are nuts, complete nuts. I think they got caught in the spectacle and forgot the miracle.

I think the basis of Jesus being born in a manger or cave (as other stories would indicate), shows that this king of kings was born humbly with the meager comforts of the peasantry and was born at an "inopportune" time for the parents. He was tried hastily and was traded for Barabas when given a chance. He was brutalized and bore His own cross to be crucified then -- here's, the miracle, risen again.

I don't hear too many people trying to demonstrate His life in the desert alone, battling temptations of Satan and outright not eating.

I don't hear too many people walk among others, showing them the way to salvation, declining money or food.

If you want spectacle, show people the way and let them take that direction. The million-seat evangelical televised fluff is full of want. I guess I'm trying to write, "Be the miracle, not the spectacle".

Shopper

Work has sent me shopping, not just once. The requests today were, well, mundane -- something that anybody could get, but didn't.

dang it

With the series of random blah, I hope that I do not, indeed have diabetes. I will die, as ... well, I have a protein-poor diet and that is something that you need to do well with diabetes -- protein. I don't like meat, so I guess peanut butter will be my friend for a long, long time.

Systemic spin

I remember I had an allergic reaction to a medicine in hospital, oh ... around 1980 or so. I remember feeling of tumbling head over foot while lying flat, as I was on the bed.

Now, still a bit queasy and still digesting dinner ... rather like have spun in circles on a merry-go-round
the brain fluid flushed into other parts needing to pool regularly into order, but still not there yet, much like vertigo while sitting or just being. If I can clear my nose and eustasian tubes, I'll get clearer, faster.

Why would anyone take drugs? I certainly don't like this. I understand that people coming down from drugs feel so bad, they race to get drugs again.

Hangovers are worse, but this feels like crap.
Seasonal, I hope.

Stab it with their stealy knives

but they could not kill the beast (sleeplessness). I get notices that I owe and notices that I paid. I'm still under but getting closer to treading the water.

Little phrases are swirling in my head -- it is uncomfortable.

For a sidetrack, I think I bottomed out on my sugar level today while driving ... dizzy ... whoa!
I got dizzy for 60-130 seconds, then slowly got right. The old liver still works, thank you God! That happens when you skip out on eating for a while ... DOH! "[my name] needs food, badly!" +
"Please, don't shoot food."

The cigarettes at work didn't help any either. He-ad ache, slow, nose closed off, thirst, nausea. To think of the number of jobs where I was constantly exposed to that crap -- now, I can't deal with it hardly.

+ video/arcade game Gauntlet

The interview request

a Nutter Butter place emailed about "interview" for the night shift, wtih Kevin Ferguson ... or, uh, I mean, the evening/night shift. Hmmm nights, all nights ... how many nights?

What's the friggin' cost?

I mean, what's the friggin' pay? Oh, dear, dear, dear ... that didn't come out right, but that's what I want to know. How much, how often, do you prefer a hard or soft soled shoe? No, it isn't a pet shop, nor would I be a Pet Shop Boy, not for a day. I wouldn't be James Cameron, but an assistant

and it wouldn't be movies,

and it wouldn't be famous,

and it wouldn't be ... I don't know. How could I? I'll have a meeting with the Bobs and get back to you.

"You've been doing your homework"

How often do you hear that at your job? I got that today. I guess it's nice that someone noticed that I was, indeed, remembering and doing my homework. Sadly ... it never really ends.

fines keeper

My nephew didn't pay a ticket, got a second -- lost his license.

The lesson here: pay your ticket. If you spend you money on cigarettes and alcohol and don't pay your fine, no one can help you with your stupidity.

Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken?

No, I'm not going to into a Tina Tuner song, complete with the hair, but rather introduce the concept of pain.

What hurts, rejection (I've been there often) or rejecting? I'd have to say being shot down sucks cadaver navel lint, but having to reject or dump another person who hasn't "done" anything to you, is like procology on King Kong. There's no easy way to do it, but just climb in and wade through, or perhaps self-urethra flushing and inspection.

I truly fear saying, "Uh ... I, er ... there's no good way to say this, 'don't want to date you".
Damn!