funny thing about sleep

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

wing-dang doodle

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

"I just type and play Solitaire"

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

tiny thing with string

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

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

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








kis. (a whole lot of nothing in between)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Schedule

M (June 25th):  5:00 - close

T (June 26th):  off

W (June 27th):  2:00 - 9:00

R (June 28th):  4:00 - 10:00

F (June 29th):  5:00 - 11:00

S (June 30th):  12:00 - 8:00

N (June 31st):  11:00 - 8:00

M (July 1st):  5:00 - close

Am I positive?

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

Missing Lake mystery solved

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

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

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

My suggestion on a new look

MR doesn't bother with google news.

friends over ... it got violent

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

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

Then Jules shot Blaque. It was a real shame.

Delightful kid

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

No, I'm not disclosing her name.

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

+ Lethal Weapon

I have a moment so ...

Happy belated birthday to all those I missed!

Happy Birthday Lori!

It's what's for dinner

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

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

Always after my lucky charms

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

I guess I have no official language.

Zorba the fest

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

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

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

trip2fame

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

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

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

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

Afghanistan to host Olympics is 2018?

No, but I don't think Russia, as it is right now, should host the Olympics in 2014.

See the "agony of defeat" ... say, that's a catchy phrase if we can apply it to the Al Quada and to the total disbanding of the Taliban.

Pepsi steals idea

I had Jones soda -- puke fest, now Pepsi is trying to run with the pack. Bertie Bott's every flavor toffee bean comes to mind.

work

Hey! These numbers don't match!

.... "Well, get them to blink in sequence!" .... +

Yeah, sometimes they don't. You have to take these numbers .... (2 on a sheet of a daily report), add them, then subtract from this number here on the computer. Now, make sure to correctly put positive or negative on it. Okay, that's it!

Thankfully one "m" taught me this and it came in handy on Monday and last night. I, personally, want to know why there is the error and would prefer to fix it, rather than bypass it all the time. Generally speaking, this doesn't happen, but twice in one week --- there's something peculiar. I have my suspicion and I'll see if I'm right.

Anyway, yet another page in the manual on how to work there, by ... me.

+ Airplane 2

scars upon thars

I'm looking at my hands --- and they are working man's hands. I bear the cuts, scrapes, and burns of my job. What joy -- more cuts ahead, where any acid neatly reminds me of sores that only appeared to be better healed. My fellow co-workers bear scars from longer work there ... pigment error (mark of a burn) here, faint mark of a once-deep cut there.

Now, you're cautious, but there are ways to injure yourself. I have been jolted by machines (electrical), burnt minorly through accident and incident, cut, and have had chemicals splashed into my eyes. I also got the wonder of vaporized toxins into my lungs -- and I thought working in a industy was dangerous.

Anway, there are no bragging rights now, for no one seeks the scars upon thars, for we are all with scars and mixed -- experienced in the warmth of, "Mother of pearl, that hurts!"

must've slipped his mind

Alan Keirns, 39, of the 700 block of Wilt Street, was charged Tuesday with failure to register as a sex offender. He was being held in lieu of $5,000 bail.

I think I'll go ahead and send $5,000 worth of bullets in his direction, just as a reminder to comply with the law. Or, in layman's terms, I'm going to ED-209 to Mr. Kenny him.

I wonder if South Park got Kenny character from this spongebob bloodpants in Robocop. For those not understanding, Mr. Kenny was chosen to show the effectiveness of the ED-209, which failed to disengage even after Mr. Kenny stopped posing a threat. Mr. Kenny was shot with around a hundred high-calibur bullets rendering a bloody dish towel in place of a human.