Thursday, May 12, 2005
Odds & Ends of the Week
It's been awhile since I've lasted posted, so I suppose it's about time. Not alot of interesting things going on except for our upcoming trip, which will be fun. Meeting new people is always good. Well, unless they're brain-dead temps at my job. This trip should be nice and relaxing though.This week has definitely has had it's moments. Saturday JR's car broke down.May be something simple, may be something serious. Once I get to scan it I'll have a better idea of whats up. I'm not real fond of "computer controlled" anything, but it does make trouble shootin' these new cars alot easier. At the same time it kinda takes the "fun" out of it. Well, actually it just gets replaced with a different kind of fun. Fun like :"Jesus Christ! How the fuck is yer hand supposed to fit in there!",and don't forget "Shit, How'em I gonna get my hand outta this?" I wouldn't give up working on cars though, it feels good to do something yourself.
Mothers Day was good. We got our favorite burgers from a local restuarant. Nice and charred over hickery coals. My mom loved the hair combs that JR found for her. The one set has cameos on them and the other set has purple/ lavender jewels.
Monday and Tuesday was pretty much just the same shit different day routine. Today was more entertaining though. You see, when I say the people I work with are retarded, I'm not joking. One of the "special" ones decided today that it was up to him to say what MY job is, and what MY responsibilities are. I found this very amusing, since this guy is the fattest, laziest piece of shit I've had to work with in awhile. Let me describe the ranking order of my job if we were on Star Trek( original series, not that deep space/voyager shit). My boss would be Capt. Kirk, I would be Spock, the maintenance man/most kick ass hillbilly I know would be Scotty, and this other lazy p.o.s. guy would be the nameless, no-badge havin' loser who has to clean up all the Tribble shit. So I of course did the most logical thing and came up with several snappy insults to amuse myself. Example: He says it's not his job to be a material handler/drive around and move lumber with a forklift. My response : So what does that make him? A 300 pound paper weight to keep the forklift from blowing away. Seriously, I've never understood the problem of going to work and doing your job. Shit, you gotta do something to kill the time. Either that or practice lookin' busy. I already got a masters degree in educated guessing.
The finishing touch for the day was the free chips that were left for the workers. Mmm, nice salty chips. Everyone loves chips. Until they turn over the bag and realize that the chips were made with Olestra! Oh yeah, anal leakage! Let's do the math here. 26 workers + 2 restrooms = a whole lot of "dancing".
Well that's all I got for now. Now it's off to feed extras to the tar monster.
greasemonkey1320 at 4:34 AM
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Katy Barzedor said... The "anal leakage" warning is a curious part of American packaging that I've always had the urge to take scissors, cut just those words off the chip bag, and frame it. I mean, that's just a conversation piece all in itself, and framed, there's no danger of anyone actually eating the spew-inducing chips.
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Candy said...
Thank you for the wonderful weekend my sweet boy. I love you.
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at 6:12 PM
Zombie_Flyboy said...
Whenever you get the time, I'd love to hear your version of what happened over the weekend.
Later!