Where Did My Day Go?

I just saw the clock. It's already after 4. I would have guessed it was 3 at the latest, more like 2 to 2:30. My day has flown by. It's been a busy Monday on a Tuesday, so it's not a very big surprise, but I am amazed at how the day has flown past.

Hopefully I shall be heading home soon.

Clock Watching

It's a Friday. Not any Friday. It's the Friday before my first weekend off in two weeks. Not just weekend off, any day off in two weeks. I am ready to relax some. Add to that, it's a 3 day weekend and I am very ready.

I'm still sitting at work. I have things to do. I don't want to do any of them. I'm burnt out, brain dead, spent, kaput, you get what I'm saying. I want to find a nice spot for a long nap.

I'm sad no one got all upset about my attempt to ban water. How sad. I thought it was a good cause. You know, a purpose for my writing. It's at least as meaningful as any other cause I've ever had. No, wait, I take that back, I did have a serious plea to try and have Chevrolet make the Camaro again. That was real, banning water, not so much.

I'd write something witty, but I'm listening to Planet Zeb on iTunes radio, and nothing quick witted has any chance of happening. I'm just sort of drifting along, like Cheetos when you toss them in a stream.

Forget the Post About the Dog

I had to brag on him. Now I need to figure out how to set his clock. I really needed him to understand the difference between 6 AM and 6:30 AM. He didn't get that this morning. He didn't get that, and I didn't get 30 minutes of sleep.

I wish the dog has a snooze button.

Save The Earth

I'm not all that big on hugging trees, but this was too important not to pass on.

BAN DIHYDROGEN MONOXIDE!

Dihydrogen monoxide is colorless, odorless, tasteless, and kills uncounted thousands of people every year. Most of these deaths are caused by accidental inhalation of DHMO, but the dangers of dihydrogen monoxide do not end there. Prolonged exposure to its solid form causes severe tissue damage. Symptoms of DHMO ingestion can include excessive sweating and urination, and possibly a bloated feeling, nausea, vomiting and body electrolyte imbalance. For those who have become dependent, DHMO withdrawal means certain death.

Dihydrogen monoxide:

• is also known as hydroxl acid, and is the major component of acid rain.
• contributes to the "greenhouse effect."
• may cause severe burns.
• contributes to the erosion of our natural landscape.
• accelerates corrosion and rusting of many metals.
• may cause electrical failures and decreased effectiveness of automobile brakes.
• has been found in excised tumors of terminal cancer patients.

Contamination is reaching epidemic proportions!
Quantities of dihydrogen monoxide have been found in almost every stream, lake, and reservoir in America today. But the pollution is global, and the contaminant has even been found in Antarctic ice. DHMO has caused millions of dollars of property damage in the Midwest, and recently California.

Despite the danger, dihydrogen monoxide is often used:

• as an industrial solvent and coolant.
• in nuclear power plants.
• in the production of Styrofoam.
• as a fire retardant.
• in many forms of cruel animal research.
• in the distribution of pesticides. Even after washing, produce remains contaminated by this chemical.
• as an additive in certain "junk-foods" and other food products.
  

Companies dump waste DHMO into rivers and the ocean, and nothing can be done to stop them because this practice is still legal. The impact on wildlife is extreme, and we cannot afford to ignore it any longer!

The American government has refused to ban the production, distribution, or use of this damaging chemical due to its "importance to the economic health of this nation." In fact, the navy and other military organizations are conducting experiments with DHMO, and designing multi-billion dollar devices to control and utilize it during warfare situations. Hundreds of military research facilities receive tons of it through a highly sophisticated underground distribution network. Many store large quantities for later use.

My Dog Keeps Better Time Than Your Atomic Clock

It's amazing how well the dog keeps time. He knows when the alarm is supposed to go off. Set or not, he knows when it should make noise and I am supposed to get up and let him out. Now I just have to figure out how to adjust the dog for day light savings time.

Milk Duds at Midnight

The late night snack of champions. They kept me awake. Mainly because they were so sticky I had the fear of losing a tooth. I'm just happy to be home. I've had a lovely 4 hours sleep. So, please expect no wit, humor, or spelling from me today. Not that you would be all that wise to expect that from me anyway. I've found my best humor is my dry wit late at night, when others are too tired to figure out I'm just being stupid.

It's amazing how much the human eye can burn and itch without enough sleep. I must be tired. It took me 3 times to type the word "the". Twice I ended up with the word "toe". I'm not sure how I did that. I don't even think the letters are close on the keyboard. It would probably help if I could make out the little markings on the keyboard. Those are letters right?

Waiting, With Every Body Part Crossed

Today is a big day. I'm surrounded by many, many high up people from a rather large automotive company. One of the big 3, that's all I'll say. They all want to make sure the machines I've help build work. They better work. They need to work great. I want to go home, so they need to work really great.

As soon as they pass the test and FedEx is kind enough to deliver me a box and I install a PC card, I am out of here. I wouldn't be waiting on the card if I wasn't and idiot. I had 2 boxes that looked the same, one with the card I needed, the other with a serial card. I did the smart thing and labeled the boxes so I would get the right one. My plan would have worked great, had I put the right labels on the boxes. Curses, foiled again. I figured this out on Sunday. Ever notice it's hard to have something shipped on a Sunday.

Wish me luck. I really want today to be a good day.

Nor Sleet, Nor Rain, Nor Travel or Heat

... Can slow a good Blogger down. Not that I'm a good one, but you get the point. I'm waiting on software to install on this computer. It's not my computer. It's one I'm working on. In the heat, in the middle of nowhere, many miles from home. I wish I were home. I'm not. I'm here, working, another weekend, without a day off in between. Angry? Bitter? Tired? No, why would think that. I would think that. I want to be home. I want to be with my wife. I want to go for a bike ride. I would have loved to get up this morning and gone to breakfast with her.

I do know that what I'm doing I'm doing is important. Not like life threatening or anything, but thinking about it, several people's job do depend on what I'm doing. If I don't get everything done and working, companies, and a manufacturing plant could close. Hey, no pressure.

All that considered, I would rather be home.

Back in Town

You must love a business trip. One that takes you from home, steals a weekend, and makes for very long hours of work in a hot factory. I suppose life could be worse. Some trips are nice. Like the one Sara and I took to Toronto. My past trip was not as nice.

I spent most of the trip trying to amuse myself looking from topics to write about. The best occurred on the way down an empty stretch of road. It was there I passed the Bustin Loose Trailer Park. Don't get me wrong, trailer parks can always be funny in that Jerry Springer kind of way, but this was funny because of the name Bustin Loose and it looked like the entire place had been busted loose by a storm. That was funny, very funny was the salvage and home improvement store down the road selling used trailer parts like doors and windows. Looks like the guy gathered up the loose parts that landed in his yard and decided to sell them back to the people who lost them.

Pringles and Pepsi

What a lunch combo I'm snacking on. I'm hungry. I've had my soup, this is what I have left, stop laughing. It's been a busy work day. Who am I kidding, it's been a busy week, month, year, and past year before that. I'm a little worn out to say the least. I'm partially brain dead. You know one of those moods where you might actually buy something from a spam email. I'm sure I need midget porn videos or my breast enlarged.

Other than that I get the lovely news this morning that I get to head out of town tomorrow to spend a fun few days, including my weekend, working. In a very hot factory I might add. I cannot say I'm looking forward to that one at all, but I guess there is not much I can do about it. I've got to pay the bills somehow, right? Could be worse I guess.

Is MSN Out to Get Me?

Every time I open Internet Explorer it starts on MSN. I know that's mistake number 1. Problem is, when I open the page the first thing I see is the article asking if I am working too hard. My first instinct is to scream yes. Then they follow that up with the latest luxury rides. How cruel is that?

On a side note, I find it funny that the spell checker on here finds MSN to be a misspelled word, even though it is in all caps. Subtle message from Google to Microsoft?

Side note number 2, never mind, it also finds Google to be misspelled. Not so subtle message to themselves?

Virus Alert

There is a new virus: code name is "work." If you receive "work," from your colleagues, your boss, via e-mail or any where else, do not touch "work" under any circumstances!! This virus wipes out your private life completely. If you should come into contact with this virus, put on your jacket and take two good friends and go straight to the nearest pub. Order three beers and after repeating 14 times, you will find that "work" has been completely deleted from your brain.

Forward this warning immediately to at least 5 friends. Should you realize that you do not have 5 friends, this means that you are already infected by this virus and "work" already controls your whole life.

This virus is deadly. Please pay close attention to it and take heed.

I Could Post The Entire Story

I could, I really could, or I could just post a link to Sara's page and let her tell you about our trip to Toronto. Hmmmm, spend lots of time typing myself or just paste a link. Tough choice I tell ya. Very tough.

Just Hit Me With Something Heavy

My head hurts. I have so much work to do, but I'm finding it impossible to concentrate. (No orange juice jokes please) I've written the same code section 3 times, and that's just for the mistakes I've caught. I have no clue how many mistakes I'm not catching. Work has been fun today. I hope the sarcasm of that statement comes across. A customer calls in a panic. Our test system is not working, we took it apart, and now it doesn't work. Anyone care to guess how happy a Monday morning that makes for? I think I can name the cause of my headache.

I just had the thought, that it's bowling night, no wonder I have a headache. Nothing like a nice quite bowling alley to help my head. I think I'll just stick my head in the ball return.

Ya'll Think?

Your Linguistic Profile:

75% General American English

20% Dixie

5% Yankee

0% Midwestern

0% Upper Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Happy Mother's Day

It's a beautiful Sunday. Great weather. So far today Sara and I have rode our bikes, cut the grass, cleaned up the yard, and pulled the grass from the flower bed. It's been a busy day, but a nice day. I think I may be working on a bit of a sunburn, but nothing major. I'm sitting at the computer looking up land. I want more land. Strange thing is, people who have land seem to want money for it. Here in lies our problem. I don't have the large amounts of money people want for large amounts of land. I'm also torn as to how far I want to move. It looks as if my company will be moving to a location to within 3 or so miles of my house. Sara already works about that close to home. Would I be nuts to move? That leaves us with such a nice short drive in the morning.

I think I want more space, which then brings me to my next question, do I sell this house or rent this house, do I sell then build, build then sell, or rent? Who knows. Any answers?

New Day, New Look

I've thought for a while now that I wanted to change the look of my Blog. I finally decided that since I was sitting at my desk eating lunch, I was going to take my lunch break and update the look. What do you think? I like it. It's different. I'd like to continue playing, but lunch is over, and I have to get back to work.

Tomatoes & E-mail

An unemployed man was desperate to support his wife and three kids. He applied for a janitor's job at a large firm and easily passed the aptitude test. The human resources manager told him, "You will be hired at minimum wage of $5.35 an hour. Let me have your e-mail address so that we can get you in the loop. Our system will automatically e-mail you all the forms and advise you when to start and where to report on your first day."
Taken back, the man protested that he was poor and had neither a computer or an e-mail address. To this the manager replied, "You must understand that to a company like ours that means that you virtually do not exist. Without an e-mail address you can hardly expect to be employed by a high-tech firm.
Good day."
Stunned, the man left. Not knowing where to turn and having $10 in his wallet, he walked past a farmers' market and saw a stand selling 25 lb.
crates of beautiful red tomatoes. He bought a crate, carried it to a busy corner and displayed his ware. In less than 2 hours he sold all the tomatoes and made 200% profit. Repeating the process several times more that day, he ended up with almost $100 and arrived home that night with several bags of groceries for his family.
During the night he decided to repeat the tomato business the next day. By the end of the week he was getting up early every day and working into the night. He multiplied his profits quickly. Early in the second week he acquired a cart to transport several boxes of tomatoes at a time, but before a month was up he sold the cart to buy a broken-down pickup truck.
At the end of a year he owned three old trucks. His two sons had left their neighborhood gangs to help him with the tomato business, his wife was buying the tomatoes, and his daughter was taking night courses at the community college so she could keep books for him.
By the end of the second year he has a dozen very nice used trucks and employed fifteen previously unemployed people, all selling tomatoes. He continues to work hard. Time passed and at the end of the fifth year he owned a fleet of nice trucks and a warehouse that his wife supervised, plus two tomato farms that the boys managed. The tomato company's payroll had put hundreds of homeless and jobless people to work. His daughter reported that the business grossed a million dollars.
Planning for the future, he decided to buy some life insurance. Consulting with an insurance adviser, he picked an insurance plan to fit his new circumstances. The adviser asked him for his e-mail address in order to send the final documents electronically. When the man replied that he didn't have time to mess with a computer and had no e-mail address, the insurance man is stunned, "What, you don't have e-mail? No computer? No Internet? Just think where you would be today if you'd had all of that five years ago!" "Ha!"
snorted the man. "If I'd had e-mail five years ago I would be sweeping floors at Microsoft and making $5.35 an hour."
Which brings us to the moral of the story. Since you got this story by e-mail, you're probably closer to being a janitor than a millionaire.
Sadly, I received it also.

Coloring Book

Matt thought this was funny.

1...9...9

199. My best night of bowling this league, and it was a 199. I soooooooooooooooo wanted to break 200. It was the last game. It started off ok, strike, open frame, spare, open I think, then a spare, and lots of strikes up to the 10 frame. Where I started off with a strike, then, all I needed was another strike, and I would have it. I got a 9 spare. Bummer. Could be worse. It was still a good game.

Oh yes, Toronto was great, expensive, but fun.