no, just the things you do..

That emblem. It kinda sucks.

Those colors. They kinda suck.

That name. It sucks that you abbreviated that first word.

But other than that - great job.

...

Tim?

Yeah.

Are you going into the office?

(me pausing) I'm actually there now.

I need a letter printed on letterhead and you need to make the letterhead.

(me pausing)

I need it by tomorrow morning.

(me pausing)

Can you do it?

Who many copies?

About one hundred, with colored letterhead and envelopes, one ivory colored paper.

(some twists and turns omitted)
...

Folks, this ain't the minor leagues and we've only one shot so can you please bring your A game. Please. Thank you.

...

"Do you hate me?" I was asked

"No" was the honest truth. But I do hate some of the things you do.

Today, I got an email from Tanya. Last year I took care of a request Tanya had, an extra mile was went. I never actually met Tanya, I only spoke to her on the phone. The email was friendly and a little too causal which confused me a bit but then I remembered something.

The something remembered was that after I hooked Tanya up last year, she ran into the other Tim that works with me. The other Tim came back one day and asked if I knew Tanya, I said I spoke to her on the phone and dropped some stuff by her non-profit office but I never met her. The other Tim tells me while he was eating lunch, in his work car, that Tanya approached him, asked if he was Tim and thanked him for stuff he didn't do, he further said that he didn't see the point in telling her that it might be a different Tim that she should be talking to. The other Tim said Tanya was worth talking to, meaning that she's cute.

Whatever, you prick.

So I let Tanya know that we can possibly hook her up again and that she ran into the other Tim last year, and that I'm the original Tim. I think she was slightly embarrassed by her email.

....

Why are these "no left turn" signs up? (asked all pissed off like)

I don't know. If you really want to know you need to write a letter, so we can research it.

Why don't you know? Who else would put up signs?

There could be two different groups of engineers.

Why would there be "no left turn" signs?

My guess would be that the city doesn't want you making a left turn, probably due to a conflict with other traffic.

Let me talk to so-and-so.

So and so doesn't work in city hall, he works at a different location.

Do you have his number?

I'll have to look it up. (I look it up and realize he's been transferred). Sir, he doesn't work as an investigator anymore.

What does he do?

He works taking care of inventory.

What inventory?

It's a special project gathering sign information.

So he would know.

No, he doesn't work in that part of the city. If you want to know you need to write a letter.

Who do you work for? (his tone wasn't asking for my boss's name but a setup for what follows)

The city.

Well, I'm a citizen and I pay taxes so I pay your salary.

Sir, you need to write a letter.

Why?

So, it can be researched.

Why can't you just look it up on the computer?

Because most of our records are still on paper.

Why don't you update the way you do things?

Sir, I really don't have the time to explain everything to you? (I had another line ringing)

Why don't you know?

Sir, you don't ask a plumber an electrical question.

(some sound of exasperation) Don't give me that, let me talk to your supervisor then. How about that?!

Fine. (I get my supervisor)

My supervisor hangs up the phone after five minutes with the guy and said you just talked to the craziest guy I know. And he really does know the guy. He was told he needs to write a letter, like my supervisor has told him before.

Usually, phone calls of this nature start with "Who am I speaking to?" Not so they can address me properly but so they will have a name to complain about. They always get my full proper name.

yeah, it's seems crazy now.

I was asked if I had any of the bacon wrapped shrimp. The answer was "No, I'm not a fan of seafood". I was told that I grew up in the wrong location, I should have grew up in Chicago. I would have to agree that the capital city of the Bay State is probably better suited to those that enjoy seafood.

The conversation continued further and it was revealed that I used to fish the ocean as well as lobstering for a few years but I never ate anything that was caught. It was all for fun.

I told the listeners that when I was about six that my dad had this rubber raft on which he put a motor. I assured folks that it was a good rubber raft much like the armed forces use. Nevertheless, my dad had all his young children in this boat of rubber, everyone with fishhooks. We fished with droplines so we sort of had to hang over the side. It seems a bit crazy looking back on it now.

bumped...

I have this stuff just sitting about waiting to be used. Stuff I have seen in the past and thought "Hey, that might be useful someday". One piece of this stuff was a floating frame, I had it awhile and wasn't using it so I used it just to use it. I used it to hold some photos of Lady G, photos I had just sitting in my cd holder that holds no cd's. The photos fit nicely, job well done. But then someone asked for something and great things would be if the something happened to be in a frame of the floating kind. So, Lady G got bumped. I do feel guilty about it, so I'll buy her a special frame. One just for her.

Oh, and yeah great thing ensued.

Sometimes, I wish I could confirm the flavor of your tatoo.

the wake.

Yesterday at the wake, I walked right by didn't even glance, made a b-line to the family. Johnny's wife is called Chickie, I stood in front of her and she said "Johnny always loved Timmy". "He always had a smile for me" was my reply.

I was trying to play it cool, I should have kept my mouth shut, my reply was too much for me. I made it through the rest of the family, pausing briefly at each one. I wasn't saying much just concentrating on my escape. I was about to lose it.

I made it passed the primary family members, I could sense the freedom down the stairs and out the door, I had to walk the length of the full parking lot but once I was outside I would be better, or so I thought. But on the way another relative fell into view, more chit chat, more staving off emotions.

I finally made it to the sidewalk and across the street to the side I was parked on when the tears came. The sunglasses went on.

I really don't know what was the cause for this show of emotion.

During my brief appearance I was thanked for several things by several people. I felt the love of this family, love given to me.

Maybe, I have a problem being loved.

to me this reads way too dramatic for the actual

Smile the smile

This post was going to be more of the same. More complaints that are in actuality me being a braggart. Prideful of the fact that I actually do feats of wonder on short notice, sometimes.

I phrase my arrogance as gripes because arrogance is unbecoming, although complaining is rather lame.

Nevertheless, no complaints today or at least not right now.

Yesterday I got word Uncle Johnny died. He wasn’t my uncle Johnny. He was the owner’s, of the r.e. office, uncle. I called him Uncle Johnny, I called him that because everyone else around called him that. I’m afforded family status because I afford family status.

I would only see Uncle Johnny of the bigger less private of his family occasions. The thing about Uncle Johnny was that whenever he would see you he would beam this big happy smile, like seeing you was the best thing that happened to him all day. The guy was full of life. A few years ago he suffered a stroke, it robbed him of some motor skills but he refused to lose his smile. He couldn’t say much well after the stroke but the smile said all he had to say.

So, Uncle Johnny my world would be a darker place at the moment if I couldn’t remember the brightness of your smile. Thank you.

Because...

because I will be using the idea on t-shirts, magnets and print ads, as well as any other thing I can think of. I thought I owed something to someone for the idea I stole.



first magnet of this style

Uncle part too

7:08pm I get word I'm an uncle. That brings the total of nieces to two.

9lb something, twenty something inches long, girl.

I took today off from the day job and I'll be damned if I go into the second job. I was at the second till 1:30am last night / this morning.

I took the day because little g had a graduation ceremony, fifth grade style. Part of the production included a Chinese Silk Ball dance. Lady G was sitting by my side and said she has seen too many silk ball dances. Two minutes into the dance I believe I have seen too many silk ball dances and get busted laughing.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I just love the silk ball dancing"
"Are you going to be okay?"
"Just give me a moment" I said as I wiped at a tear that wasn't.

"That's little g's teacher over there" she said pointing two seats and an aisle over.
"She's kinda cute" was my honest opinion, cute and leggy.
"Are you trying to get someone beat up? ...She's a bitch. ...You can have her if you want her"
"That's good to know"

I had an attractive fourth grade teacher, Miss Newton. I tried to seduce her by being the best at four grading. It didn't work.

...It didn't work in the nine grade with Ms. Grey either.

It's the past for me, now...

I ran into the owner of the second job, she said the presentation looks great and that the rest of the office has been assembling them, still 24 hours later. 24 hours after I was done with my pieces.

A lot of things came to mind to say but I offered a defense to the office staff and said it is not a simple thing to assemble. For documents, it's a good size and I know the rest of the office has never handled a document of this size and magnitude. The owner and I have done documents larger with similar magnitude, to me its old hat. I've been there, survived that.

understated.

In the elevator I hear this one guy say
"I thought things were going well until the Mayor spoke against it"
and his buddy says
"Yeah, that really wasn't a good thing"

No freaking shit.

sleep, I hardly knew ye..

Whenever I work long hour I loose track of time's depth perception. The stuff I did between leaving the day job and starting the presentation seemed to happen last week.

Driving home I saw a bag on the floorboard with t-shirts in it that I had gotten 10 or 11 hours prior but I was thinking I had left them in the truck since the weekend.

...

I think I need a nap.

...

12:12pm - it's like my body doesn't want to do anything but the mind is still going. If I had something important and/or pressing to do, I would be right on it. But, nothing important, nothing pressing. As always there are things to do but I have a hard time mustering up some care, but I press on because that's why I get a paycheck.

My worries...

I'm short on laundry this morning just like the last four mornings because I still haven't done laundry, but I find a clean pair of black slacks and like a dark maroon shirt. I have trouble finding black socks so I say screw it and grab dark blue ones. I'm not too happy about it but not enough to find different socks.

I'm walking to the train station and look down and you know what? The slacks are dark blue not black. So, I'm happy about the socks matching but now I'm uncertain about the shirt.

Oh, well.

Yeah, that's the shit I worry about.

whatever...

I just typed in Just when I wanted to type in Yeah so I'll try it again.

Yeah, so working till four twenty eight in the a.m. is not...

Ya, know today I don't even care to hear it.