Elvis has left the building!Was sitting in the smoking area at work the other day and PW came out.
VISUAL: Minimal makup, baggy jeans, oversized grungy sweatshirt, sans hooker boots.
Elvis has definately left the building.
On a lighter note.
A call to arms.I spent a couple hours on the 23rd rallying the troops.
And they continue to poke the bear. WTF?Ok, I get that you are pissed off about being a garbage man but don't fling my garbage cans in the middle of my driveway and screech your tires as you drive away. I was not the one who fucked around through high school and now has to clean up after everyone else.
Half a bubble offa plumb.Well another weekend shift under my belt. This one was easier than the last, thank God.
Bite Me!My cousin Sonny's fiance, Rebecca, is finally here in Canada for good. She is from Hong Kong. She has been back and forth a couple times but she is here for good now.
Four days, whatever will I do with myself?Finished my first 'week' on the new backshift schedule. What fun. Working 1am till 2pm for three days.
And another thing...You can disregard the 'vote for Kaysar' thing in the previous post. I have discovered a program that will send in my votes automatically. You just put in how many times you want to vote and presto. So far I have voted 10,345 times and counting. Every 5 seconds.
Your Oh Kay Sar!Ok, I have lost my mind again over Big Brother. Again.
One shift down...So, we got one shift in. Didn't go too bad. No one was killed and nothing blew up.
"No." He says.
"Well, I can't hear on my phone, I need an amp."
"Did you file a ticket?" I roll my eyes at him.
"How hard can it be, I can just boost you up over the Great Wall of China over there and you can fetch me one." He looks at me like I am kidding, and then realizes I am not.
"I will see what I can do."
"Your on it then?"
"Ya, I'm on it."
"Your the man."
Stress? What stress?
No Sleep? Check.
It's official....sort of.I passed the test, and the min skills. So I guess I am officially a ...what?