Made me laugh out loud! Thanks.
Also - My goodness, those guys are from my city! Even from the part of town where I grew up, I believe. Amazing that you sent me that video!
Good luck on the date, shoe. I admire your adventuresness (adventurity? adventitude?). Have fun!
To all the colonoscopy-havers: I’ve had it once (probably overdue for another) and the prep is the hardest part, or at least the most annoying. The actual procedure is fine because you get good drugs. Depending on the facility and their particular protocols, you either get completely knocked out or so totally stoned that you may as well be out.
I see from other responses that we have more drain-on-society retired sloths here than I had imagined! Keep up the good work, fellow sloths! 
The extra shifts started again this week, and I got borrowed to work in smalls again(They realized that the guy with alphabetized spices is fast and efficient in sorting document envelopes and small Prime packages) Then the return belt for the Mezz broke,for the 2nd day in a row. so there was chaos. and 3 pallets of missorts. But on the bright side, I’ve almost hit 19 hours for the week, and I got to raise and lower the forklift basket for the maintenance guy who was fixing the belt. So I guess I can put “certified forklift operator” on my resume( No surprise there, I had an ex tell me I was certifiable. 
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Enjoy!
Shaved I’m not worried about. Clean is nice, if she’s bent on shoving my face in her naughty bits. But my OCD enjoys matched Underroos.
- Some dudes snaked our table, so we were honor bound(and hungry). 2. we were victorious on the field of battle. 3. Gato,you pack a bunch of drunks in a small box at 0300, and see what it gets you.
As opposed to the weekly Zoom Pub Crawl, where there is unchoreographed flailing in the living room.
Happy Birthday red
{{{{shades}}}} hoping for some negativity for you.
Yay for the dates shoe and OW!
herald, the wing that I worked on was, indeed, the graveyard wing, and I did work the overnight shift.
nellie, the washing machine has nothing on a small dog with a thing for used tissues. 
Thank you all for the birthday wishes. It was a good day.
The new trainee did her thing today. I won’t get her until next week likely.
Date guy is coming up this weekend for dinner and some social time. 
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Happy BD, red.
Does this mean we have some more hussying going on in the MMP?? We may just be turning this little slice of internet paradise into an orgy!!
And doggy – thanks for the sort porn! You’re speaking Ruble’s language.
That gave me a chuckle. I once had a dog with a fondness for dirty underwear. He’d stick his nose through a leg hole to lift it out of the basket then walk around tossing it up in the air and catching it. He was a strange critter.
I walked a couple of errands. Mother Nature was very polite: there was a genteel, “Oh, dear, I do hope I’m not disheveling your 'do” rain until just after I walked in the door, when it turned into an aggressive soak-you-to-your-knickers downpour.
One of the guys upstairs has a laugh just like Bozo the Clown. I want to toss a ping-pong ball into bucket #6.
Evening all. Tuesday’s Mac-n-Cheese is happily digesting, all the dishes have been put away, the water bill is ready for payment and the checking account is balanced, so all is right with the world. Will venture outside tomorrow to drop off water bill and maybe see if any shopping needs to be done, but nothing major.
doggio, glad your honor was upheld. And that you can push buttons/levers on a forklift so nobody dies.
And that’s all that fit to report at Casa Rat. All y’all take care.
Maybe. 
nellie, we had a dog as a kid who would go through the clothes hamper for my big bro’s jock strap. 
I got used to keeping covered trash receptacles in the bathroom when I had house cats (they had a thing for used girly items). I feel fortunate that Nelson’s biggest trash thing is picking up a used tissue if I leave it on the night stand.
Sis called and we talked for about 45 minutes. I miss not seeing her when she comes up or when I travel to Texas. I miss my SIL who only lives 45 minutes away but, as a cancer survivor and someone with an autoimmune disease, she’s pretty much quarantined. She just retired and we had big plans for a road trip to celebrate. That’s on hold. Once this plague thing is toned down again, I want to spend time with my family who live both near and far.
I trust y’all have seen that German forklift training video…
I was in a strip club in Florida, I got a private dance in the VIP room, also didn’t realize how high the ATM fees were and made multiple separate trips to the ATM. My bank account was negative the next day. Awww memories!
Slightly embarrassing moment at irk: I’m sure you’re all tired of hearing my griping about uneven/unequitable call distribution, but I do get tired of taking more calls in a day than some “teammates” take in a WEEK, and I know very well they have plenty of leisure, since I get to hear them socializing while I’m barely able to grab a gulp of a beverage between calls to ease my throat. So, I’m in the ladies’ room and a friendly colleague is in there too. She and I are both POed about this situation and venting. Queen of the Goldbrickers emerges from a stall (I swear I had no idea she was there!). All of us were there about 15min before departure time. QotG looked rather sulky for about the next 10min. I decided to play off as if nothing had happened, and wished her the usual good evening at departure and she didn’t give me a dirty look or anything. About the only person I’m really likely to get confrontational with is DH (higher privilege level after 25 years of marriage), so I really would not have intended to gripe about her if I’d known she was actually present to hear it.
About to leave to fetch my favorite toddler. More later. No time now. Happy Wednesday!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN I was a slugabed until almost eight o’ clock! 
‘Tis 34 Amurrkin out and N.O.S. with a predicted high of 61 and partly N.O.S. for the day. Seems clouds shall be rollin’ in later this mornin’. Rain is predicted overnight and tomorrow. We shall see. The big item on today’s agenda is to procure provisions. Sup shall be salmon patties, peas, smashed N.O.T., and bizkits. The need for comfort food is high today.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, alas, alack, woe, and bother, I suppose I must needs purtify and don appropriate bein’ about the public attire. Out in public four days in a row! Lif is just so hard!
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
Rereading my last, one thing I should clarify: no names were used during venting, just general commentary about how some manage to have plenty of time to relax while others take more calls in a day than the more relaxed ones do in a week. If QotG thought we were talking about her specifically, that was probably her own realization.
Morning all. Following the actions in D.C. today, since they seem to be vaguely important, and need to get out and deliver my water bill sometime today. 33F outside and rain expected tomorrow–oh joy.
Nettie, been there, done that…truth sometimes is hard. Hope it doesn’t cause any blowback.
OK, need to make myself presentable and be about the day. All y’all take care.
Heading off to Omaha for my Botox migraine injections. About a 110 mile trip, my first time outside my city limits in 8 months. I hope I remember how. Weather is predicting 29 degrees and likely sleet, oh, goody.
Random TV noises from childhood in San Diego:
♫ See Pierson Ford, we stand alone
At Fairmont and El Cajon ♫
And another car dealership jingle. I don’t remember the first part, but it ended:
♫ Come on down to discount land
Cormier Chevrolet ♫
‘Go all the way with Al Koopay!’ (Or is it Coopay? Or Koupay? Or Coupé? No, it wasn’t the last one…) I have an idea he was a sportscaster, but I could be completely off.
I also remember the Chicken Delight jingle, ♫ Don’t cook tonight! Call Chicken Delight! ♫ but that wasn’t a San Diego-specific one.
This is really a General Question; but while if I posted it there I’d get an answer, I’d be filling up GQ every time Microsoft annoyed me.
When I’m writing an email in Outlook, why does it autocorrect your to you’re? As in, 'Did you get [this thing] for your [other thing]. I’m pretty sure ‘your’ is the correct spelling, but Outlook insists on autocorrecting to ‘you’re’.