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Jul. 30th, 2004
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Jul. 30th, 2004 11:30 amThe ferret has two tails! The ferret has two tails! Tell no one!
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Jul. 30th, 2004 06:31 pmTonight, and for the next few weeks, I shall be on call for our region's servers and hardware.
The good news: $30 a day on call pay, plus overtime if I have to get my candy-ass into work.
The bad news: I must carry my work cell phone with me everywhere. Piffle.
Today I put in a 10 hour day. Plenty of hawt verk ack(!)-shun.
I am not feeling so perky at the moment. I need booze, men, and smokes!
No, wait. I need a trip to the gym, errands, and to straighen up the house.
I must say, some people are soooo stoooopid. Here's why:
-Claims professionals getting confused on how they plug their tape recorders into their phone sets when there's one connection involved, and can be seen from plain view every day of their painful uncritically thoughtful lives.
-Traffic jam-bunnies rubbernecking over a FUCKING FLAT TIRE REPAIR. This explains the success of reality TV shows, folks! Hell's Bells! Why can't there be a nuclear device that kills only stupid people! The Cretin Bomb! Yes!! Yesssss!
Well, no. That would blow the curve.
The good news: $30 a day on call pay, plus overtime if I have to get my candy-ass into work.
The bad news: I must carry my work cell phone with me everywhere. Piffle.
Today I put in a 10 hour day. Plenty of hawt verk ack(!)-shun.
I am not feeling so perky at the moment. I need booze, men, and smokes!
No, wait. I need a trip to the gym, errands, and to straighen up the house.
I must say, some people are soooo stoooopid. Here's why:
-Claims professionals getting confused on how they plug their tape recorders into their phone sets when there's one connection involved, and can be seen from plain view every day of their painful uncritically thoughtful lives.
-Traffic jam-bunnies rubbernecking over a FUCKING FLAT TIRE REPAIR. This explains the success of reality TV shows, folks! Hell's Bells! Why can't there be a nuclear device that kills only stupid people! The Cretin Bomb! Yes!! Yesssss!
Well, no. That would blow the curve.
Musings on the drive home
Jul. 30th, 2004 08:52 pmThis morning, I said to myself, "Self, you need to get gas after work!"
It was on my post-Costco drive home when I had to acknowledge that the black beans I had for lunch did not qualify as fulfilling this mornings mental imperative. So, as my car appeared to be choking on its tank's last fume, I rolled into the Kwik Serv on Fruitridge road.
Total gas procured: 9.912 gallons. This means I had just about 2 tablespoons of gas left in my car.
Sweet. Presuming an average of 28 miles per gallon, I could have lasted another two tenths of a mile before going belly up on the pulchritudinous conveyance known as 99 South.
At the supermarket known as Ralphs, I noticed that they sell frozen Texas Toast. Frozen. Toast.
Yes, as if making toast was such an ordeal that you would be willing to risk freezer burn for some authentic Tejas toast! What, is it borne on the wings of angels from the great state of the Lone Star?
Christ. What overkill.
It was on my post-Costco drive home when I had to acknowledge that the black beans I had for lunch did not qualify as fulfilling this mornings mental imperative. So, as my car appeared to be choking on its tank's last fume, I rolled into the Kwik Serv on Fruitridge road.
Total gas procured: 9.912 gallons. This means I had just about 2 tablespoons of gas left in my car.
Sweet. Presuming an average of 28 miles per gallon, I could have lasted another two tenths of a mile before going belly up on the pulchritudinous conveyance known as 99 South.
At the supermarket known as Ralphs, I noticed that they sell frozen Texas Toast. Frozen. Toast.
Yes, as if making toast was such an ordeal that you would be willing to risk freezer burn for some authentic Tejas toast! What, is it borne on the wings of angels from the great state of the Lone Star?
Christ. What overkill.