I was going to say something about where the tenant was actually moving, but then I realized who my audience was and thought better of it. 
I laughed, rigs.
Butts as ad-space is an interesting idea. Surely someone’s done it before.
Waitress! I’ll have what she had!!
Jeez. I’m gonna stop at Wally World after work, and buy myself a cup…
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
see you on the roads in Mayberry, Vundie!
<chortles with glee and rubs hands>
heehehehhehheheeehee…
You can have it, but not from me! 
Home early today. It’s just too pretty out and absolutely nothing was going on at the office after I did my refresher security training thing. I did shred all my old training files - they were about 3 years old, out of date, and they dealt with things I’m not assigned to do now, so there was no reason to hold on to them. Especially since my training is all signed off. I also shredded some stuff I’d downloaded and printed, back before I decided to keep everything electronic. That way, I don’t have to worry about what goes in a safe and what needs a cover sheet. As long as the overall network has the right security, I’m good. So yay.
Anyway, since I’m home, I removed the back seat from my van and stored it in the shed. Now I just need to haul all the boxes that are going to FL with me from the house to the van. Oh, and I have a load of sheets in the washer. Jeans next.
**FCD ** had to drive to Philly this afternoon, so I don’t expect him to get home till way late. Once again, it’s because the engineer he hired is lazy and incompetent. But they won’t let him fire her because apparently a body count is more important than productivity. I don’t understand - I just sympathize with him. She slacked off on something that had to get done, so now he has to go to Phila to take care of it. Thankfully after next week, she doesn’t belong to him any longer.
Just as an example, a month ago, he asked her to write up a procedure for loading some equipment (they work logistics/transportation of space hardware, so you don’t just tape on some bubblewrap and toss it on a flatbed.) I’ve seen his design but she’s seen the actual container. He, in about 5 minutes, explained the procedure for loading the hardward in the container and getting it on the truck. Truly, that part is not rocket science. But, being NASA, they have to have a specific written procedure for doing it. Based upon what he told me, I figure I could write it out in an hour - maybe 2 if I had to find and follow a specific format.
She couldn’t do it in a month. She has a master’s degree, theoretically. She’s an engineer by degree, theoretically. I’ve never met her, but I’m thinking she’s a rock. He told her he wanted the procedure in his hands by yesterday. I expect he’ll be writing it up himself tomorrow, in about an hour or so. Your tax dollars at work.
Since he’ll be way late, I’ve got the house and the critters to myself. Woo and hoo! Party at my house!!
Who am I kidding? I’m about to get into grubbies and chill. I can even control the clicker myself! No Law & Order today! YAY!!
Happy Hump-a-Mump day!
Any company or school that puts its name across the butt of pants has done it… I was watching the Gilmore Girls DVD’s the other day (I had teh sick and needed mindless entertainment) and Lorelai had on a pair of pants with the brand name, Juicy, written across the butt. My college had similar sweat pants.
Dammit dammit dammit. I just got stuck with ANOTHER rush job. Not an overnight rush job, but even so, why do I always get stuck with rush jobs?
Oh, wait a minute. It’s because they pay so well I have a hard time saying no. Which means it’s my own damn fault. :smack:
What I really want to do is to go take a nap. Actually, I just may. Take that, you stoopid rush job!
As for the rest of you with your grubby little paws extended: I knew I was going to have to help the kid out this semester, since student teaching is a full-time job, so she only gets a few hours at the museum on Saturday afternoons. What I hadn’t planned on was the rise in the price of diesel coupled with the amount of driving she has to do. And the tolls. And silly little extras like groceries and electricity…
And as I was reading the rest of the thread, **FCD ** called. He’s in Phila and he needed me to transfer some money to his account to cover his gas and tolls ($22 in tolls between here and there. :eek: ) At this rate, I won’t be able to afford to retire till I’m 80!
What should I do for supper? Or who wants to bring me supper?
I didn’t think so…
<sigh>
I didn’t have a misspent youth- I didn’t start drinking until I was legal, and I didn’t even go clubbing until I was twenty. I think. Maybe nineteen. I’ve had a few friends who were street kids, and who did all sorts of interesting substances- does that give me some kind of street cred? No?
Argh. I spent from this morning until two trying to wrestle a grumpy baby into napping. He’s now been out for an hour and a half. Thank goodness.
:dubious: :eek:
Bwahahahah!!!
That’s 1-900-BWA-HAHA. Call for your Evil Laugh today! [sup]TM anyrose[/sup]
So, what’d you slip him? 
I’ve been thinking a bit about my mis-spent youth this week. In my teenage years I was definitely a bit odd. I lived to a very disturbing degree in my own fantasy world. I wrote a whole shitload of fiction about a goddess who was cast out of the pantheon and had to struggle with life as a mortal, incorporating characters from all sorts of sources; Greek mythology to the Zodiac to Sailor Moon. :dubious: I think I was so miserable living in Korea that I preferred to believe I was this cast-out mythical being. (In hindsight it makes me laugh, but at the time I was dead serious.) I actually preferred to spend my time writing this stuff rather than anything else (like, er, normal human interaction). My brief flirtation with suicide, I think, came from the fact that I half-believed my character could be reunited with her kind if she sacrificed herself. Luckily I never went past the self-cutting phase. I also went through a phase where I created a sock character on an online forum - an online forum for teens that I actually moderated for a good few years. I’m still not sure why I did it. I think it just came down to the fact that I wanted attention.
The amazing thing was, I managed to do all this without the help of alcohol or drugs. :smack:
I went through a rebellious phase in college, but it was more conventional than my disturbed teenagerhood. It also involved a helluva lot more alcohol and debauchery.
I posted these two phrases
in the Threadkiller game - and they did not even elicit a groan. What’s up with that?
Haze we are getting married the day before my birthday - all the really cool kids are born in April. In fact right now I am trying to talk one of my dispatchers who due to give birth right around my birthday to guarantee (sp???) she will have the kiddo on my birthday.
I told her it was a direct order from the boss
She gave me this exact look :dubious:
Work is stoopid busy at the moment however I am in a conference call with my office door shut and the call on mute. No-one knows I am here ssssshhhhhhhhh
Congrats on the sleeping baby LiLi!
Dear Og, how I HATE Law and Order.
**Pie ** - I used to enjoy it, but there’s such a sameness about it. And the SVU version mostly skeeves me out. My husband *lurves * it and will watch it all day, and I try really hard not to snark too much. Still, criminy, when is enough enough???
The dinner fairy still hasn’t appeared. What’s up with that???
Thwacked him with a frying pan. I wouldn’t use drugs on my kid. Just concussions.
I groaned. Ugh.
Have you been reading Agnes and the Hitman??
Just staggering in to say - it may have started as allergies, but now it’s the sick. My ears hurt - I’ve presumably coughed crud into them, and am waiting for a call-back from the doc, expecting to get a script for gorillacillin.
Strange goings-on at the naval base and munitions depot here. The main access road has been chopped up and undergoing some sort of reconstruction for the past couple weeks, and there have been various large freight containers being hauled out. (One of their traffic-control people also needs to take a course in giving signals - the other day we were coming in, and this guy’s hand was saying stop, but his voice was saying go.)
Today, it sounds like someone’s doing blasting, except we haven’t heard any explosions. Just a few minutes ago, there was a quick series of toots on an air horn, then a prolonged honk. But where’s the kaboom? There was supposed to be an earth-shattering kaboom!