Evil Coworker: join the club
I graduated highschool for a reason, and it wasn't to go to college.
Because mine apparently sure can't. Granted they *did* make it to a shootout, apparently, but what I saw of last night's game, which ended badly, shootout or no, sure didn't look all too promising of good news. I came home from Trish's place last night and fell on the coutch for the third period. With 5 minutes left in the third, after the team demonstrated all the consistency of wet pasta, I pretty much called it a loss and switched it off. Good choice. Aside from Sundin scoring to tie it up, it sounds like I didn't miss a whole hell of a lot. At least we now know before Christmas they'll be golfing in April, though. Sure makes waiting for the season to be over a whole lot easier.
Stuck under Canadians, maple leafs by James at 10:59 AM
Guess that makes it official. And here I was hoping there might be some small chance for salvation. Oh well, if I'm going to have that particular sister-in-law, at least I can be secure in the knowledge that she will be an hour and a half away from me. I'd prefer a country and a half, but you can't have it all. I hear tell she's done a fair bit of maturing since the last time I saw her. Of course, that, like everything, I shall believe when I see. In the meantime, the farther, the better. For the sake of my sanity and her life.
Stuck under family, musings by James at 9:12 AM
It really couldn't hurt. While earlier today I did refer to them rather directly as a steaming pile, there are a few faces I'd love to see stick with the team while the rest of it gets blown to hell. Immediately coming to mind is Sundin, but only because at least as it stands now, he's the best performer this team's got. Who would I most like to see get blown off the roster? Mister good for nothing Ferguson, for starters. Further proof he was a ridiculous choice for GM–he goes out and builds himself a crap team, then tries to fire Paul Maurice because the players he picked are stinking up the place. Sorry Ferg, but… I wouldn't of picked Raycroft or Toskala either. Toronto will officially be known as the place where old fogies go to retire if JFJ has his way. MLSE, do us all a favour please and fire that man. Fire that man now. Before he really gives me a reason to abandon the team I grew up watching.
Stuck under maple leafs, rantings by James at 2:34 PM
My father and I both have the same name. So to make it less of a headache on both of us, he goes by Jim, and I go by James. And where the legal, given name is required, one of us will usually stick our middle initial in there as well–which, admitedly, can also be problematic given as that's also the same. In 24 years, I've never willingly answered to Jim–willingly, of course, meaning that there are always those few people who just don't really care either way and call me whatever comes to mind. So when I got a phone call this morning asking for 'Jim', I was admitedly a little confused/irritated. He asked for him by last name, too, so sure, I figured it was going to be for either me or my father–if it's for the latter they pulled the number out of the wrong phone book. I still have no idea who this guy is, and then he mentions that I did a job for him a while back on behalf of the ministry of labour. By this time I've gone from general curiosity to "Zuh?". Okay, so now he's not looking for me *or* my father. Now how do we get him out of *that* awkward situation? worst of it is, he called from a Toronto number, so he just paid Bell Canada some coin to be told to try again. I almost felt sorry for the guy, but… then I figured, I needed some amusement. And that was it. I gotta get a life…
Stuck under fubars, musings, oops by James at 11:42 AM
It's official. We're out of the playoffs. but at least we know this before Christmas so we're not, you know, waiting for the Islanders to squeak out a win in the shootout on the last game of the season. But damn, does that hurt. Now, granted I went through most of the season expecting something like this, but Saturday's complete waste of ice pretty much solidified it. The Maple Leafs suck. And yet, for some odd reason–I'll call it desperation not to have to chear for Ottawa–they're still my hockey team. Tell me exactly how that works, please? Because at the moment, it escapes me.
Stuck under Coyotes, maple leafs by James at 11:26 AM
For the second time in just over a month, my internets decided they would go south on me. Not pretty. It happened sometime between when I woke up at 5, rolled over, checked the time, cursed, and went back to sleep, and when I finally dragged my ass out of bed at about 7:20 or somewhere thereabouts. I have no idea what the hell caused it this morning–probably another attempt to prevent me from continuing to rebuild my video library (a month or so and counting!). At any rate, it's irritating as hell. And making me contemplate the possibility of canning Sympatico as my DSL provider. It's also making me consider the possibility of creating a 'Sympatico' category on here. Hey, I did it for moronic cellebrities. Would this be any different? I didn't think so. In the meantime, Sympatico, fix your crap service.
Stuck under Sympatico, rantings by James at 9:38 AM
It started off typical enough. And by typical enough, I of course mean you win one, you lose 6. Bright side: we pasted Ottawa, sucka! I mean, yeah it was 3 nill, but come on. I'm used to Ottawa having the 3. Yay for missing that game–not on purpose! Of course, I'd love to say I missed the next two on purpose as well, but sadly, I watched part of the game versus the Stars last night. At least I stayed awake long enough to see them score the first goal, though. Even… if the next 3 belonged to the wrong bloody freakin' team. And I'm not even gonna touch Boston. That's a whole other rant for a day when I don't work. If anyone can provide me an explanation for our team's sudden bout of suckitude that's apparently lasted about… oh… 3 years too long, I'm open to it. In the meantime, can we start the 'blow Ferguson blow' chant?
Stuck under Bruins, Senators, Stars, maple leafs by James at 8:12 AM
I don't know whether to be extatic or frightened. So I'm a little of both instead. There was, at one point this afternoon, 63 people available to take calls. Even now, less than 5 minutes later, there still sits 54 available. If I'm lucky, I'll take *maybe* one call before I have to check out. Lovin' it.
Stuck under Dell, fubars, oops by James at 3:20 PM
At least, it sure didn't yesterday. But apparently, someone thought they'd be funny and dump a whole crapload of white stuff on it this morning. And in my half-asleep-ness as I usually am, the fact that it was late November didn't immediately register–so I was, understandably, a tiny bit confused when normally solid ground went crunch. Of course, when I was finally 3/4 awake–thank you, colder than hell snow that still has yet to let up–I just had to wonder if, perhaps, we hadn't already had this discussion at least once. Of course, then the trusty archive of my various random ramblings and rantings that is my blog reasures me that, indeed, we have. At which point, of course, I shall now point out yet again, my parking lot should not go crunch. At least not until December. Or until I find some vacation time. Both applies and either would be awesome!
Stuck under Dell, Ottawa, fubars, rantings by James at 11:03 AM
I hope not for the sake of my own sanity. Outside of the occasional sporting event (mostly hockey), and some of the older, no longer actuall in production shows (Cheers, anyone?), that's the only actual TV I watch anymore. Everything else I either watch online, or don't watch–most likely because I've seen an episode or two of it, it pissed me off, and I said to hell with the rest of it. So yeah, I'm a little concerned about the authorized strike of CBS writers. They haven't *actually* walked off the job yet, which… is good, but they're in favour of that possibility, apparently. Which means the… 6(?) episodes of the 8th season of CSI I'm currently waiting for to be downloaded may be the only ones from that season I get for a while. From 1 to 10 on the suckitude skale, this rates about a 15. If they replace it with one of those stupid reality shows, that rating may double. And I may cancel my cable subscription, whether or not that means sacrificing my hockey adiction.
Stuck under TV by James at 12:01 PM
it's pretty much quarter past 2. I'm off in just over an hour and a half. Can I stretch this call out that long? Would it be in my best interest to do so? If it means I can get outa here relatively on time… hell yeah. So… would I? Watch me try.
Stuck under Dell, musings by James at 2:17 PM
Well, I do have to say–regardless to what I actually thought about last night's parade, it was still significantly better than last year's Pembroke equivalent. That, of course, in the sense that the child we're forced to affectionately call my brother's fiance was, in fact, not present at this one. Always makes for a perfect evening, if you ask me. More floats than you could shake a stick at, and only one actual band worth noting, but I think I'd of still gone to that one before a return to Pembroke. Plus we got coffee out of it–can't go wrong there, I think. Or if you can, please don't try to. We did kind of come to the conclusion that it'd be nice to probably end up at the Toronto equivalent parade at some point in the near future. It's odd, I spent 3 years living an hour away from TO and never bothered going there for the Christmas parade. Small oversight that was never corrected. Added to the list of things to do when I get around to it. Either way, I rather enjoyed myself. And of course, staying up 'til 4:00 in the morning yacking someone's ear off for no real reason than because we could wasn't too bad either. Yeah I know I had to work the next day, but I'm here. I had caffeine. I have more caffeine in my lunch. If it becomes an issue, it won't be for long. Anyway, back to parade talk. Not all that great overall, I wouldn't say it's something worth videotaping, but it still beat the hell out of Pembroke. Which was all I was really aiming for.
Stuck under Dell, Ottawa, musings by James at 9:07 AM
But more on the parade later. First, the shocker. We didn't suck. Against Ottawa. Also known as currently the best team in the NHL, and currently the team that's been killing us for the past couple seasons. I know, one win does not a recovery make, but it's still nice to see. Nicer to see still is that Raycroft isn't the only one who can come up with a shutout when we need him to. Jurry's still out on whether or not Toskala's actually worth what we're paying for him, but if he can be relatively consistent we can reach a verdict before Christmas. Of course if he can't, he runs the risk of me ruling summarily against him. But that's deserved by any goaltender who doesn't know if he's coming or going. Still doesn't stop me from hoping he's coming.
Stuck under Senators, maple leafs by James at 7:34 AM
I've been finding an aweful lot of stupidity floating about the headlines lately. Almost scary, really. Article of stupidity number 1054? Fred Goldman's lawyers will continue to go after O.J. Simpson, no matter how his robbery trial plays out. At first, the article spelled serious grudge/vendetta. Which, okay, the guy killed his son–it's understandable. But really, take a read at that article and tell me it's not more about money and trying way too hard to get his greasy little hands on it. I mean, I know Americans just love a good lawsuit, but come off it already. You can't try a guy for a crime multiple times for a reason. You had your day in court already, Fred my man.
Why I think it's a hell of a money grab:
When news broke that Simpson was in trouble in Las Vegas for a Sept. 13 armed heist of sports memorabilia he claimed had been stolen from him, Goldman's lawyers were back in court so fast that Goldman obtained an order to get the items before Simpson was arrested. The items, including photos, footballs and jerseys, could fetch tens of thousands of dollars if they are found to belong to Simpson.
Yup, money grab alright. He says in the exact same article that all save, like $5000 was taken up already by legal fees. Well gee, freddy, you just added a few more dollars to that bill. How much of that $5000 did you plan to actually keep?
Goldman's $19 million share of the judgment has risen to approximately $39 million with interest, but he knows it's unlikely he'll ever collect more than a fraction, no matter how many court battles he wins.
Good reason to stop trying in my book, bud. Never mind the fact you've *already* gone and doubled your potential earnings. Gees, if you wanted to just give the guy an excuse to start throwing counterclaims back at you, you're doing it. Hm, query to those people insane enough to be studying US law. What's the statute of limitations on a whackjob situation like this before it stops being a punishment and starts being harassment? Inquiring minds want to know.
Stuck under rantings by James at 4:46 PM
A direct conversation in an employee only chatroom not 5 minutes ago.
Evil Coworker: it's snowing, folks Me: bite your tongue. i gotta walk in that.
Snow. *Before* I have time to go home and sleep. Wicked evil cruel. People like that should be shot. Twice. In both knees.
Stuck under Dell, fubars by James at 3:24 PM
That pretty much summarizes it. Yesterday, it was bordering on springlike weather. At least to the point where I thought about taking 5 minutes before the bus came and throwing my jacket back inside. This morning? Freaking, cold. I walk out my back door and across the parking lot to where they've stashed my bus stop, and I wanna turn around and grab a coffee. It royally, and painfully, sucked! And it's not about to suck any less, if the weather netework's got anything to say about it. That's it, I'm calling in sick tomorrow. And every day until it goes above freezing. Winter should be illegal. The cold doesn't bother me usually, except when I have to stand in it for upwards of 20 minutes between buses. *Then* it bothers me just a bit. And *then* I get bitchy. Or maybe it's just that then I have a reason to. Same difference.
Stuck under Ottawa, fubars, rantings by James at 11:57 AM
A 23-year-old college student who got told she couldn't wear a revealing outfit aboard Southwest Airlines sure knows. She went and put even less on Playboy. Just goes to prove, tell someone they can't, and they'll just make it worse. Anyone who told these people negative reinforcement works should probably have been shot. On the bright side, it gave me something to read while on this call…
Stuck under fubars, oops by James at 9:51 AM
Rant about this morning's hella cold to come later. But first, I slept through this, and I don't regret it–apparently, the stink was bad. Not that there's anything good about being on the 2 end of a 5 2 game, but… oh, my, lord. 19 seconds in and it's already 1 nothing for Boston? I do have to ask, someone who actually watched the game–can you tell me if anyone actually showed up for our team? Anyone? Looking at the end result, I'm slightly inclined to say… um, hell no. And that pisses me off.
Stuck under Bruins, maple leafs by James at 9:16 AM
Did she receive special treatment? Survey says… quite probably yes! Why else, after all, would miss Lohan spend a grand total of 84 minutes in a cell for a DUI charge that'd quite probably wind anyone else up spending a whole lot more? Even Paris, for all her moronicness and being the reason for the creation of a whole new category on here, spent nearly a month behind bars for the same damn thing. Where's the fairness in that? And this be why I j ust have to say… only in America can you take a public shit and not get called out for it. Only in America.
Stuck under Cellebrity Stupidity, rantings by James at 9:09 AM
Techdirt saves me from being completely and totally bored out of my frickin frackin mind! Talk of the prospect of paying for YouTube content has, quite possibly again, made its presence known. And to this, I can only say… um, why? If it's on YouTube, it's because people don't *want* advertisements. Or maybe that's just my messed up opinion–that's a possibility, too! I know fer sure I'd avoid it like the plague if they stuck ads up there. Hell, I might be tempted to launch my own video site. Or at least get all my hillarity from BitTorrent. Kinda like I already do most of my TV watching. Oops, did I say that outloud? Quick, call the MPAA–lock me away before my horrible horrible influence spreads! Too late.
Stuck under fubars, oops, random crap by James at 11:21 AM
… waste time for the duration of a 1 hour lunch? Well, it sure ain't on Facebook, as certain individuals who shall remain nameless would prefer it to be. Apparently… it's dropping random blog posts about what to do on a 1 hour lunch. I… have nothing. I haven't even seen me a stupid headline all morning. Gees… what's a guy gotta read between calls? Other people's blogs? *scoff*
Stuck under Dell, musings by James at 10:49 AM
Ha. Got this call at 10:25 or so, and have so far managed to streetch it out to 11:00. Hopefully we can hit closer to 11:30… y'know, the actual lunch hour. And then I'll only have 3.5 hours left of my shift. Suh. Weet. Who says I don't know what I'm doing?
Stuck under Daily Crap, Dell, fubars by James at 10:59 AM
Not that it'll teach me anything. A conversation I had with Mike via IM, I thought, might have marked a turning point in my Leafs luck. However, I had no sooner mentioned I thought my luck might be changing than Montreal, as they love to do, went and messed it all up by tying the game at 2. And then 3. And then beat our asses in OT. And me and my being too stubborn to just turn the thing off. Go figure? Possibly. And we were doing so well, too. And by well, I mean not sucking for a change. Oh well, on the bright side, had it been Toskala we may not have made it to overtime. What happened to him, anyway–I thought he was supposed to be good?
Stuck under Canadians, maple leafs by James at 4:58 AM
Is it really worth giving someone a detension and getting their parents involved just for hugging someone goodbye? I know it's been a while since I was in highschool, but so far as I know that was still acceptible. Yes? No? Maybe so? Does someone living in the US want to maybe correct this apparently misguided young man? Any volunteers?
Stuck under fubars, oops by James at 8:39 PM
Apparently, according to a recently published study anyway, this here federal government of ours is adicted to temps. Which, also according to this here study, hurts… just about everyone else's chances of getting their foot in the door. Of course, to this I have only to say–uh, no, not really. Work experience in general hurts that. I should know, I thought about applying for a government job… that's part of the reason why I'm working at Dell. So, while their efforts to do what they're good at and overstate the obvious are appreciated, in my honest opinion they're just the slightest bit off the mark. Besides, Trish rather enjoys temping. Like I'd vote to take that away from her.
Stuck under Ottawa, rantings by James at 6:38 PM
As much grief as I tend to give the OC Transpo folks, occasionally, I'll come across something that almost makes me wish I ended up getting that particular bus driver more often. Of course, if this actually did happen on one of the routes I take on a nearly daily basis, there's a very good chance I have–the only bus driver on that route I ever heard singing, though, was some foreign dood who has the unfortunate predicament of being a Montreal Canadians fan. But, it's a distiinct possibility. Just one minor gripe, though–he does not have the voice for the song he chose to sing. Either that, or I'm just biased against that song after hearing the original. That's a possibility, too. Worth investigating. Later.
Stuck under Canadians, Ottawa, random crap by James at 11:02 AM
Of course, I bought my coffee at 6:30 this morning. And I ended up not finishing the thing until 10:15, when I could actually get off the phone long enough. I've taken a grand total of 2 calls so far, and one of those ruined a perfectly good cup of coffee. Thanks loads, asshole. I didn't want to wake up this morning anyway. Ah well, maybe this half-empty can of coke I tossed in with my lunch'll do it…
Sidenote: who the hell scheduled a lunch break for 10:30 in the morning? I know I've been here since 7, but come on. It's bad enough that it's an hour. Does it really also have to be early?
Stuck under Dell, fubars by James at 10:46 AM
Usually when we lose, even if it's just by a goal, it's due to the fact we completely and totally came apart for pretty much the entire game. Last night, at least, we were able to keep it relatively together–well, except for about a 42 second stretch wherein both goals were scored. Okay, I admit it–I watched that game, in spite of Mike telling me not to, seeing as he was going to be there. That's what I get for pointing out my theory on the corelation between Leafs losses and my having paid attention to any particular aspect of the game. Still, it can't be too bad… I mean, it wasn't 7 1, unlike certain other games I made the unfortunate mistake of sitting partway through. Personally, I'll take a loss in a shootout, if only because it still means we walked away with 3 out of a possible 4 points. And… c'mon, it's the Leafs. I love the team and all, but they've only one back to back games once this year. and never a shootout. At least, never a shootout with Toskala in net. Which begs the question, and it's a question I can't be the only one asking… would the score be any different with Raycroft in net? And, can we find out next time?
Stuck under Rangers, maple leafs by James at 5:38 AM
So remember when I was looking forward to the day shift because I could catch the decent buses going to and from work? Well apparently, they neglected to make that the case on Saturdays. Now, Sundays is understandable–bus service sucks on a good day then anyway. But I distinctly recall seeing that there was a bus running this morning, at the usual 5:20 or 5:21 time slot, just as it did on a normal day. So, silly little me goes out and freezes his ass off waiting for said bus to show up. 5:45 gets here, and… yup, still no bus. Now, ordinarily I wouldn't particularly care–just go to the next stop and catch another bus that's heading in the same general direction, and I'll meet up with my transfer on the other end. Except the only other bus running that early? One that leaves at… you guessed it, 5:46 in the morning. And that particular bus stop is a 20 minute walk from my house, and from the stop I was currently standing at-. 25 if I decided I couldn't be bothered to cut through my building to get there–it's freezing cold. Yeah freaking right. So thanks to OC Transpo misinforming me, my shift was a writeoff before I got out the door. The end result? A phone call in sick, an explanation to my manager of all of 4 days that I did not, in fact, decide to take a Saturday off whether I had one or not, and… I get to enjoy an unplanned Saturday off. Which, okay, can't complain about that. But it would have been nice to have actually planned that unplanned Saturday off, rather than OC Transpo deciding that I didn't want to go to work anyway. Well, I guess on the bright side, I can get some housework done around here. Eventually. Meaning… just as soon as I figure out whether or not I want to go grab a couple more hours' sleep. It's not like I don't have the option now.
Stuck under Dell, Ottawa, fubars, oops, rantings by James at 10:32 AM
Warning: If you don't want to read the below rant, scroll down to the next entry.
Quebec has officially managed to screw itself over in more than one way, but this time methinks they're desperately looking for any old excuse to cut themselves off from Canada. And as I've said before, I won't miss it any. But really, can they really find so little to complain about nowadays that they need to cry about the fact that, like *every* other government telephone system, you are given the option to choose between English and French instructions at the *beginning* of the interaction? Apparently they answer is yes, because they are. And I can only say one tiny little thing on that one. Jesus fucking christ just cut the chord and be done with it already. I didn't want anything to do with them before, and now if I don't have to bother with them at all, I'll be thrilled. Extatic, even. And headache free! Say, how long before they go running to the US? Anyone placing bets?
Stuck under politics, rantings by James at 4:52 AM
My brilliant plan was to come home, flake out for about half an hour, then order pizza and watch the game. What did I end up doing? Coming home, flaking out for half an hour, getting up at midnight, missing a 3 nothing win, and not ordering pizza. Gotta love it when things work out. Well, on the bright side, it *is* getting a little easier to actually go to work for the shift I'm on now after spending the last… oh… damn near a year on overnights. Apparently I missed a good one, too–the scoring didn't start until the end of the second period, and it was all toronto. Figures. Note to self: tonight, watch the damn game. Which they'll probably lose, because I intend to watch it if it kills me. Although I may pass out in the process. Oh well!
Stuck under Sabres, maple leafs by James at 4:37 AM
They do, it would seem, play tonight. And for the first time since the hockey season started, I'm actually not scheduled to miss a Friday night hockey game. Someone else will be preparing my dinner. Tonight, we dine in Leafdom. Unless they lose. Then we dine in hell.
Stuck under maple leafs by James at 11:13 AM
The walk and subsequent bus ride to work, that is. Uber, freaking, cold. Somebody must hate me. It's not even January yet, either. Ladies, gentlemen, and people of indeterminate genders, I officially hate winter in Canada. And it's neither snowed nor actually become winter yet. Bloody hell times 6. I wanna go home…
Required dose of optimism: I think the Leafs play tonight. That means pizza. Which means I don't have to cook. I like this arangement.
Stuck under Daily Crap, Dell, Hockey, rantings by James at 9:02 AM
Dear winter,
I would just like to point out that you have, once again, managed to show up way too freaking early. You aren't supposed to be anywhere near here until December at the earliest. It should not *be* this cold in early November. And there's a nasty rumor floating around that there was a snow sighting this morning. You are not welcome here. Kindly screw off until December.
Sincerely, me.
PS: If it gets any colder tomorrow, you and I are going to have a very long, very one-sided conversation.
Stuck under rantings by James at 9:26 AM
After going for an unplanned workout last night, and subsequently not getting to bed until about 1:30, you'd think I'd be slightly more tired than I am right now. That whole… 2.5 hours of sleep thing. But, surprisingly, I'm not. Perhaps not surprisingly considering I just regained consciousness–I expect I'll be pretty nearly whiped by about noon today. But, for the moment, I'll take it. Not bad for someone who's spent the last 8 or 9 months working nights. Now, depending on how *this* goes, I may still be looking for another job come January. But I'm not shaking my head at this arangement this morning. Don't wanna disturb the cobwebs.
Stuck under Dell, musings by James at 4:26 AM
After 4 minutes, it was 2 nill Ottawa. That hurt… a *lot*. This, I'll add, after a conversation via IM albeit briefly with Mike regarding the Leafs' current defensive/goaltending situation. Two goals scored less than a minute from each other, and the game was pretty much over at that point. I stuck around to finish the first period, then hit the gym for the rest of the evening–enter in the test that, when I don't actually watch the game, it goes my way. It didn't. For the second time in 2 weeks, Toskala gets shelled, and gets yanked. Now, I'm finding myself thankful I missed that game. Did you perhaps want to reevaluate Toskala's abilities, Mike? I'll say nothing about the guys in front of him–we already know defensively we're shot. Ah well, if we're gonna get killed, it might as well be by the best team in the league. But does the best team in the league right now *really* have to be Ottawa?
Stuck under Senators, maple leafs by James at 1:10 AM
That patern, for the generally curious or generally bored, is that when I figure things will turn out slightly more positive than I'd initially thought, they do a complete 180. So far, that patern has only been proven in the hockey world–I'm still working on the rest of it. Reasoning. I stayed awake during the Washington mess and, well, it was the Washington mess. 'Nuff said. I stayed awake during the game this Friday against everyone's favourite NJ team to mock, and after about the start of the third period, it sucked. Badly. On the other hand, when Saturday's game against the Canadians ended up being 2 1, I ended up being asleep. At which point they somehow managed to pull off a win. Now, I haven't got it down to an exact science yet, but common sense, which I have accused many a person of lacking, is telling me I should already know what the exact science is. In short, the next time the Leafs are scheduled for a huge game, sedate me. I'll read the final score when I wake up.
Stuck under Canadians, Devils, maple leafs by James at 9:09 AM
Now, there be actual proof that microwaving your next meal can actually be healthy. Not to mention a whole lot faster than actually cooking the thing. From Lifehacker, an article posted by Yahoo! Foods that pretty much outlines, according to their own research, o'course, the top 8 healthy microwaved food choices. Now, granted, you'd have to be borderline vegetarion to enjoy some of the choices they recommend, but even I have to admit… some of 'em sound pretty good. And anyone who knows me knows if there's a chance I can throw together something to eat in 2 minutes or less, particularly when I know I have to leave in 10, I'll take it. So this… might work. Hm. Note to self: research this further.
Stuck under musings by James at 8:06 PM
I thought I could avoid it. I thought after he got pissed off with her and cancelled the wedding, that'd be it. Then they got back together, but swore they weren't going to try to get married again–always room, then, to call it quits before one of them winds up in jail for murder. So the bomb shell that got dropped a couple days ago just now means this family's screwed. He and my once again future bitch-in-law are, after all, getting married. And I can only say this time, I'm not taking the time off work for it–I can't. I took my last bit of vacation time for their first attempt. They're not coming back to Pembroke for it, it looks like. Which… actually suits me just fine, really. Less of a chance I can attend, then. I saw her all of twice, maybe 3 times since the wedding that never happened. And my opinion of her hasn't changed all that much–she's still an immature bitch. Marrying her will probably cut his life in half faster than any millitary asignment overseas, but… heh, I could never accuse him of being all that bright. A little backwards, maybe–he's from Pembroke, it's expected. Ah well, this this much milage between us and both of us working the hours we are, at least I don't have to talk to his again fiance and again soon-to-be bride/bitch. Hm, on the other hand, I don't really feel sorry for the guy, either–he brought this one on himself. Twice. I still hope they never have kids.
Stuck under family, oops, rantings by James at 3:02 PM
Every month or so, I'll try and share a random entry from the past, hopefully with some relevance to whatever my current mindset is at the time. This one, though, there's just no making relevant to any particular situation. Unless you're an extremist with an agenda that involves being fired and/or arrested. Which, I think, a fair few people who find this little happy place I call the online representation of my mind just so happen to have. Last August, out of complete and total boredom, I came across a news article about someone who got pissed off at work and decided he'd mail bomb them. And since I posted that entry, an aweful lot of people have wound up here searching for that or similar terminology and subsequently landing on that page. And… all I really have to say about that is, if yall get arrested, I'm so not going with you. I like my cushy job right where I am, thankyamuch. And speaking of my cushy job, back to it I go.
Stuck under From the archives by James at 5:33 AM
A little nod to them there people I like to spy on... I mean read; give 'em a look over. It's good for you.
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