I noticed that several people have posted resolutions, and thought that it would be a good idea to put them in writing. Maybe I will actually accomplish a couple of them.
1. Clean my basement
2. Quit smoking (again)
3. Clean out some of the dead weight at work (shitcan some people)
4. Quit being so fucking nice (goes with #3)
5. Kiss my kids more
6. Win the lottery and tell my company to go fuck itself.
7. Have Jessica Alba for dinner (have to ask the wife first)
Well, I am staffed, back at home, and drinking a Sam Adams. Going to have to hit the sack soon, so Happy New Year to all.
Well crap. I unfortunately have to go back to work for a couple of hours. Maybe I will grab a sandwich or something while I am out as well. Hopefully I will make it back in one piece. Luckily I won't have to stick around for amateur night as long as my people all show up.
Got in my new bath of movies from Netflix. Think I will veg out and watch Pitch Black for awhile.
I did receive my new cell phone Thursday night. Came via Fedex, and since I am at work all day, I had to drive to Lithia Springs to pick it up. Some dumbass at Verizon sent me what they call a "Quarantined phone". That means that it has software on it that it shouldn't have. I spent a total of about three hours at two different Verizon stores trying to get them to take care of it, the final result was that I should call tech support (the people that THEY were on the phone with for two hours) and get them to send me a new phone. So far the only thing I have found that I am having problems with is that I can't access their Get it Now application, but since I make my own ringtones and transfer them from my PC, who cares anyhow. I also can't seem to access DUN with it either, but I think that is Verizon blocking it on some of the new phones. I will have to email tech support about that. How cool would that be. My cell in my pocket, using my iPaq to access the internet via the bluetooth connection. Hell Yeah.
Once I get that fixed, fuck their tech support. They have been no help to me, same as the people in their store. You would think that as a consumer who spends over two thousand dollars a year with them, they would have just swapped the fucking phone out right then and there.
I have found money at work before, and on more than one occasion I have returned it to the rightful owner, but there has been a time or two that they never came back. It damn sure went in my gas tank.
I knew I was going to hell anyway. Thanks to Dax, I know what for.
| Greed: | Very High | |
| Gluttony: | High | |
| Wrath: | Medium | |
| Sloth: | Medium | |
| Envy: | Medium | |
| Lust: | High | |
| Pride: | Medium |
I could think of several cars to put these on.
Don't bother visiting if you are easily offended or just plain don't like my sick brand of humor, but when you do, check out the part entitles, "Massive Mamas & Moonshine". Gotta go there on my next vacation, just need to remember my sack of flour.
This was kind of interesting. Around three years ago, we built a snowman on the front lawn. My wife, along with my next door neighbor, added tits, and if I recall correctly, a penis. At some point during the day, I suppose someone found it offensive and knocked it over. There's no accounting for taste I suppose.
I don't think that this has ever happened before. All five of us are sick, and I called in to work today. I have had to move my days off occasionally due to a sick child, and I am sure I missed a few days during the three years that I worked at the corporate office, as well as when I was an hourly, but in the 19 years that I have been in management, I have NEVER called in sick. You just don't do that and keep your job long. Fuck it. I feel like shit.
It started out with Anna puking her guts out Saturday night and Sunday. I kept her home yesterday, then everyone else started getting it. Everyone else besides me has had the wonderful oppurtunity to blow chunks over the last couple of days, and for the most oart we are sticking to bed. Unfortunately, I have had the shits, and have been seriously nauseous for the last 24 hours. I want to throw up, but can't. Right about now, a good puke would probably feel pretty damn good.
Scott Adams has a fairly humorous post about dancing. I commented, but still felt the need to post a bit about it. Dances (as well as other various gatherings) were a very big deal with the crowd that I hung with in my late teens and early twenties. Rather than being left out of things, I generally would attend, normally just skulking around the edges of the dance floor. Smoking. Talking with my closest friends, who also skulked around the edges of the dance floor. Occasionally I would get out and dance, until a girl friend told me that I dance like an ape in heat. Consider this. Dressed in leather, tatoos, long hair. Very heavy metal. Dancing to Wang Ching and whatnot. Looking like an ape in heat. Very fucking funny. It wasn't until now, writing this down, that I realize just how fucking stupid I must have looked. Damn.
Looks like iTunes now has a bunch of TV shows available, both new, and vintage. Pretty cool. If only I was able to play them on my HTPC.
Occasionally I manage to get one. I didn't get much work done today. I am waiting for my daughter to get out of school right now, maybe she will be ready for a nap when we get home.
OR MAYBE FUCKING NOT.
I was in the process of posting this earlier, about 2:30 or so. I received a call from my boss and ended up having to drive back to Carrollton to go through a Couple of accounts in my general ledger. Arrived home two hours later than I thought I would. So much for an early day.
Damn, those helmets make them look like big dicks, although I guess that maybe that was the point.
As he might say, Just Damn!
I know all about doing the pee pee dance, as I can't hold my piss worth a damn, and go through 2-3 pots of coffee per day myself. Hell, I passed up a beer to fill my travel mug just a while ago. I don't know about getting a buzz on from it, although a nice healthy shit is often close to sexual.
Damn, I don't want to go to work today. Wok up late, should have left 15 minutes ago. Guess there are a few perks to being the boss, still not sure if they outweigh the pita factor.
