It’s odd, but I’m not my own type. I work out to build muscle, but I don’t go for muscle guys. I tend to go for guys with something to hold on to. (No, silly, I don’t meanthat!)
unnnnhhhhh UNNNNNNHHHHHHH yanking this thread back on topic.
Well, you’ve gotten a reprieve, that’s good. There was a saying I liked (especially when I worked at a correction center) “your lack of preparation does not constitute my emergency”.
But on the smoking thing - if you’ve got a pregnant wife this means child on the way, she doesn’t need to be around smoke and neither does your child to be when they’re around.
Quitting smoking is really tough to do, I don’t want to ever have to do it again. My son’s father has gone back and forth to smoking and it really has caused problems (most recently when son had sinus surgery). So take the reprieve and relax.
I still say smoke 'em if you want 'em.
I smoke propane and propane accessories.
Note to self: dye hair blond, gain 30 lbs of “hold on to”, and lose muscle weight. Then you will be attractive to goboy.
[sub]Sorry, Joe . . . that whole “bear” thing just isn’t doing it for me.[/sub]
Mock not the bears, for you taste good covered in honey.
Esprix
Wouldn’t you like to know!
::chases after Esprix::
Mmmm…honey…
Erm…I mean, Yeah!
jayjay
Hey Tygr, do you work at SNC Lavalin?
Because you’re spouting the exact same reasons that convinced my dad to jump ship, less than 3 months after they bought out the company where he worked.
Of course, a squad of other people fled with my dad, and <poof> SNC’s recently acquired ‘mining division’ was no more.
I’d just like to say that smoking is dangerous and bad for you and very very dirty.
And four out of five of Jarbaby’s Most Gorgeous Guys List smoke like chimneys.
But it takes a lot to get on that list, Tygr, time and age and discipline, so don’t take up smoking just to make me fall in love with you. That’s crazy.
jarbaby
Sorry, jarbaby. I’ve never been able to work up past one a day. Not one pack, one cigarette. And that really wasn’t enough practice for me to get the whole “Marlboro Man”, stuck-between-the-lips-while-using-both-hands-to-rope-cattle, macho look down.
In all honesty, I’d rather smoke a pipe than a cancer-stick anyway (unfortunately I haven’t been able to convince my employer to allow me hour-long smoking breaks to accomodate my habit), so I’m closer to the “History Professor, pointy-headed-intellectual dweeb”. Especially if you put me in a corduroy sport coat with patches on the elbows.
But let’s see what else might do it.
[ul]Time.[/ul]Return with us now to those thrilling days of the OP - time is a ludicrously spare commodity in young Tygr’s life at the moment.
[ul]Age.[/ul]Looks like somebody missed my thirtieth birthday party.
[ul]Discipline.[/ul]Umm… Look, I’m sorry. I’ve never really been able to get my mind in the right frame to be a ‘sub’. I really DO wish I could help you there, but it’s just not my scene.
But let me know if Charm, Good Looks, and Great Sense of Humor ever climb onto your radar. I’ll be able to compete in the Two-Outta-Three-Ain’t-Bad category. 
Uh huh. We got gobear, jayjay, matt_mcl, Esprix, and iampunha all standing around flexing and coating each other with honey, and you want us to buy THAT excuse for you making grunting noises? 
I know. I know. Believe me, I preferred complete solitude when I ever fired up a cig - I don’t think Mrs. T ever knew I was smoking at work several years ago. No, I guess the OP really wasn’t about smoking, it was about me being given too much frustration and stress on the job. I don’t mind deadlines, they’re part of my line of work. What I mind is impossible deadlines. Compounded by the people who set the deadline not giving me what I need to MAKE the deadline.
I suspect this behavior is part of the reason why Polycarp is no longer my cow-orker. He always was the smart one…
Well I was going to offer you a great big bucket o’ Legos, but sounds like you have everything under control. Legos are great for stress relief (at least until you step on them or have to dig them out of the vacuum cleaner bag).
JFTR, your predecessor took substantially longer than the original, non-abbreviated deadline they gave you, and (AFAIK) got no grief.
Reminder: I want a copy of it – and not at that inflated price they’ve tacked on it. (They’re supposed to send me one, but I won’t hold my breath.) After all, I pulled most of it together – or tried. (Let’s not discuss where they got the numbers from that they’re changing around – can you say “Magic 8-Ball”? )