Tuesday, March 02, 2004

What's with the scampering noise?

Maybe I dwell on the miscellany to keep from thinking about more serious things. Like the state of decline in which I see the world.

I like eating off of real plates, one reason for this is sometimes I feel guilty throwing away a paper plate but yet I will leave the house with a paper cup with a plastic lid for my coffee. I do have a travel mug but that doesn't travel much.

I think I am going to change my scheduling to monthly or bi-weekly, I'm finding hard to squeeze the things I need to do/want to do into seven days. I need to schedule days off, by days off I mean the time after my regular work day, there are times I just hang around the house doing mostly nothing because I had put in long hours the day before. Tuesdays are usually and Thursdays are always long days, so I justify doing nothing on Wednesdays and Fridays. Saturday is the only full day I have for me so I push stuff to do onto Sunday, so Sunday is usually a full day so I take Mondays off. So, I take too many days off usually watching the Discovery Channel, the History Channel or the Learning Channel.
I've become an intellectual lightweight.

Was I ever anything different?
The world is a player and the player wants to play you. The world wants you as its dupe, its gull, its mark, its patsy.
So, I'm working on the next big project and one on the most senior guys in title and years of service comes over.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing" says I
"Don't change the signs codes. ...What is an R-2 going to be?"
"That's a good question, either an R6-1L or an R6-1R."
"That's stupid, don't do it"
"I'm just doing what I'm told. I stopped looking for meaning in his job awhile ago. I just keep my head down and let the bullshit fly"

Which isn't true and he knows it, he was just feeling me out. I still speak out against things I think are meaningless but I have my own style of dealing with it. From what I hear, there is high motivation from the top for the new project. So, it's going to happen. I can rail against it all I want and it won't make a difference.

So, the plan is to let it build momentum and then give it a push in the proper direction so that maybe something usable will come from it. On the plus side, I'm pretty certain I'll be able to at least get a better computer out of this deal. My m.o. is to show them something and say this is what you can get but I can't do it on this machine. "Where did you get this?" will be asked. "I did it at home" will be the reply.

Yeah, that's right. I can do stuff like this at home but yet this 'world class' city's engineering division cannot. (the 'you should be embarrassed' will be implied)

Another motive is to let the senior guy think I'm staying out of this one so that he will have to step up to the plate. He's a better hitter than I am. So, now he knows he has to be the lead if he wants something done but I'll get his back if the time comes.
The orange wire nut is gone. It lasted thirty eight days. Mr. Bozo Busybody is back from vacation, maybe he took it.
I sometimes wonder if my little world would even skip half a beat if I were to disappear.
Red Hot Atomic Fireballs are on sale at CVS. Buy one get one for a penny. Mike and Ike's are on sale as well.
I think Skunky is dead.

Two weeks ago there was a dead skunk in the street about 300 yards from my house. Since then, I haven't seen or smelt my crazy backyard skunk.

What is weird is that I miss the skunk.
Someone is beating the crap out of the network printer. When the beatings get this loud the beater will usually continue until professional repairs will be needed and they will affix a 'BROKEN' note.
How dangerous is it to chew upon Red Hot Atomic Fireballs?

Chewing hard candy is one of my vices.
Make yourself an honest man, and then you may be sure that there is one less scoundrel in the world.
- Thomas Carlyle

Just only being a part time scoundrel is the best I do, some days.

I escaped to the field today, the field is pretty much screwed.

Came back and dude told me his chipped a tooth on one of the Atomic Fireballs.

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