Friday, July 30, 2004

Vacation.

A week away from the day job begins now.

Thursday, July 29, 2004

cool the way...

Sometimes I just exist, just occupy this space with flesh and guilt.

Today I got a message, a message that had an effect but I cannot seem to wrap words around it. To me the message is noteworthy, not only for the words themselves but for their placement.

So here it is duly noted.

ps: thank you for existing. it's really cool, the way you do that.

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Existing, it's really cool.

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

Missed.

He was never politically active, he would usually vote but I don’t think he donated time or money to any political cause. He got involved with the election because I was involved, we had worked some charity events together. We were friends. He had skills that I didn’t have and the cause was in need of those skills. Most of all he could be trusted. He was self employed at the time which meant his schedule was flexible.

We won the primary, so it was down to two candidates. There were many giving what they could spare of their time, and then there were about a dozen of us going full out, on average, the days were 18 to 20 hours long, maybe even longer towards the end. Most of us only went home to shower and change clothes as well as catch any moments of sleep we could, there would be days we wouldn’t make it home at all.

He was there because I asked him to be. He worked at least as hard as the rest of us, sometimes even harder. His reward, his would be no reward, he would refuse any government job offered him, if one would be offered. He gave more time and effort than he should have, he lost clients and couldn’t get any new ones because his time was spent on the election. He became irreplaceable and he knew it and I believe that is what caused him the most trouble. His sense of loyalty forbade him to quit.

We didn’t win the election. In this town once you lose one you have pretty much lost them all. There would be no rematch.

We don’t talk or hang out like we had in the past. His friendship with me cost him a lot. He survived, mostly but it seems a piece of him died. I still do my little charitable events but I don’t ask him to help anymore. I’ve taken too much from him already.



untitled.

 
Goofing about until 3:30AM when you have to be in work at 8:00AM probably is not the smartest thing to do.

I hate it when my evil plans finally work out and then I feel bad for my victims.
What’s up with that?

Someone googled "free don cheadle's desktop pictures" and an old post of mine is at the top of the list. Back then the page was entitled "flat rate with a riptide soul", that cracks me up. I wrote it and I don’t even know what it means for sure.

Notches?

 
The notches on my gun number one and nineteen more.

Tim, Please go home it's 2:57AM.

When I don't have much to do, it always takes me the longest.


Tuesday, July 27, 2004

This cracks me up...

That's my two year old neice. I took her computer shopping and when I unloaded the cart. I looked at her and said that she had to return the cart to the store.

She could get the thing moving but her steering was a little off. She looks so tiny in this picture.

At the bar, which was overstaffed due to the expectation that the Dee eN Cee would bring an influx of new patrons, the barkeeps were talking about plastic surgery. Boobs jobs is the phase that caught my attention. One of the keeps that has had the procedure was talking to the another keep that wants to get the procedure. Somehow, me and my buddy got involved in one side of the conversation. My buddy was a bit ahead of me in the blood to alcohol ratio, so he's having just a little bit of a problem following the conversation. When my buddy does find out what's going on he says, rather loudly, right in my face,

"What?! Who?! She has very nice breasts and should change a thing!"

"I agree" I agreed. It's not at my suggestion that she's getting this done.

"She shouldn't have it done! You should tell her." again right in my face.

"I know, she shouldn’t have them done but I don’t think it’s my place to say anything."

The one that wants them done hasn’t actually addressed either me or my buddy so I am not certain she wants the whole bar in the conversation or not and I don’t really know her like I know the others, so I hold my tongue.

How do you politely say "Nice breasts" without looking like a dog? or am I being over sensitive?

Monday, July 26, 2004

GREENCATFISH! HELLO! GREENCATFISH!



One of the things that bothers me is when people in the office just start hollering out your name instead of walking over to you. Unless you're stuck where you are you should take the walk, is what I think.

Sometimes, I'm on the phone and just cannot start hollering back at you.
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The electricity went out last night so I went to the front porch and smoked a cigar and watched the police kick the kids out of the park. I have a cigar about twice a year. I noticed that the police confiscated something but I couldn't make it out. From the weight and size it had the appearance of a case of beer, half empty, but I'm sure the police found it to be half full.

Sunday, July 25, 2004

Are you trying to get me angry?

I get to the second job and I’m asked to do up some document, some document I created the layout for and set up the office computer with, and I’m told the aforementioned document can be found in Word and in Properties, the person telling me this doesn’t know jack about computers or computer related things, such as application like Word and sub-directories named Properties.

But you know, I just kept quiet.

I believe this person to be a lost cause.

She asked my twice how I was doing. In the same exchange

Sometimes I just want to make her cry.

I got that funny feeling in my pants.

The feeling was my cell phone vibrating. It's vibrates then it rings. I was mowing the lawn. I was just about finished. It was the owner, she has been having TV trouble, trouble she tried to have me address but the trouble was beyond my scope. Her mission today - get a new TV. She drives a Mercedes, the e series, big for a Mercedes but not big enough for a large TV. I drive a truck, a Dodge Dakota, small for a truck but big enough for a TV. I tell he to call me once she finds one.

I got the second call will I was under the hedges. I was trying to make the left side ones match the right side ones. I cut the right side ones two weeks ago. The call said she found one at COSTCO's, I said I would head out right away. I met her at the warehouse-type store and we walk over to the TV's, she has narrowed down the choice to two, a 25in and a 27in both have a built-in VCR and DVD (which I hate but that's a different post). The TV is for her bedroom, her bedroom is huge even with a king size bed in it. I say get the 27in and she does, well she agrees to buy it. After she decided, she continued shopping. I went to get a flat bed cart to haul the thing away. The box clearly states that two people should lift the box but there is just me. I make do. I get the TV to her house, cut it out of the box and bring it to her second story bedroom and bring the defective 25in set to the vestibule and leave it for trash day.

There was this cartoon series with Hercules as the main character and the theme song said he had the strength of ten ordinary men. All I want is to be acknowledged as having the strength of two ordinary men, after all, the box said two people should lift it.

Friday, July 23, 2004

I swear it is crooked.

They put a new sign outside my office and I swear it is crooked. I've been walking by it for two days and it's crookedness bothers me.

But the thing is I don't know for certain that it is crooked. So today I measured it. Over the three foot length of the sign it dips an eighth of an inch on the right.

Now I can sleep at night.

A friend said he could bring in his level to make certain it's the sign and not the floor or the ceiling that might be crooked.

Sneaky.



It sneaks up on you like extra pounds after a lazy week.

Thursday, July 22, 2004

This week

This whole week so far has seemed like I was a day ahead. I’ve been thinking it’s Wednesday when it’s only Tuesday and so forth. It really hasn’t caused any problems other then I’ll have one more day to work this week than I was thinking.
If that makes any sense.

I was told yesterday I could work four hours of overtime a day next week. I said I’ll think about it.

It seems everyone clamors for overtime and cannot get it. I get offered it and do not want it.

I actually stayed late on last Friday and this past Wednesday and haven’t put in for it.

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Mouse, Mouse, Mice

Mice disposal.

That's one of my jobs.

Well, not a job more of a favor I'll do for friends.

I had an eleven year old tell me I'm a baby mouse killer.

I guess I am.