I have no frickin Idea who Bob Rivers is, but he wants all the Cherryville boys to have a Merry Christmas.
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Thursday, December 23, 2004
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Friday, December 17, 2004
The new phonebook is here! I'm a somebody now!!
I just opened up my stats counter to see what kind of weird foreign blogs people had surfed to my site from... Scrolling down the list I find a Yahoo search result. I click on the link and it tells me that I was hit #18 on somebody's search for "bc bud smuggling", the hit was an excerpt taken from a joke in a post that I made two weeks ago. So either this dude saw something interesting in my search results caption, or he clicked on all 17 before me. I was curious about this guy. His resolved IP address told me that he came from a office network within "____.dhs.gov". I punched up www.dhs.gov, and guess what it is? The American Department of Homeland Security. Some dude who works in paranoid Yankee central was checkin out my site for possible leads on bud smuggling operations. That's so awesome.
Look Ma, I'm a potential threat to national security!!
You have to ask yourself... is this some guy with a red stapler who's paid to just surf the internet all day, lookin for crap to report people for? If that's the case, why wasn't his IP protected? Better yet, why is he using Yahoo to search? Wouldn't the American government have some crazy-powerful search engine that could scour everything in cyberspace? Or maybe it was just a computer, set to automatically scan for "trigger" words and check those links for more triggers? Who knows.
Look Ma, I'm a potential threat to national security!!
You have to ask yourself... is this some guy with a red stapler who's paid to just surf the internet all day, lookin for crap to report people for? If that's the case, why wasn't his IP protected? Better yet, why is he using Yahoo to search? Wouldn't the American government have some crazy-powerful search engine that could scour everything in cyberspace? Or maybe it was just a computer, set to automatically scan for "trigger" words and check those links for more triggers? Who knows.
mmmm... fish
I cracked open a tin of kippered herring fillets at my desk today. I munched on them while working. They were good. The odor caused 3 different people to stop dead in their tracks as they entered my office, then wrinkle their noses in disgust. They asked what the smell was, and each time I just held up the tin to offer them some.. they all left. I'm going to buy a lot more.
Monday, December 13, 2004
Workspace relocation program
I made the official move into my new office this morning. Once the upstairs addition was complete, and all the admin/sales people had been pulled from their sardined cubicles and moved up there, we were left with a big open space downstairs. A couple new walls and a few coats of paint turned it into a few pretty nice offices. I called shotgun, and grabbed the one that has its own fax/copier/printer/coffee room. Not to mention a window for my plant, something the old office, (AKA: the dungeon), didn’t have. Being in a nice new office in the middle of the main building does have its disadvantages though... the offices beside me and across the hall were taken by the Western Division Supply Chain Manager (my boss), and the Western Division Operations Manager (my boss's boss). Guess I'd better show up on time tomorrow morning.
I'm looking forward to watching the walls come down in the dungeon, we're turning it into a lunch room for the new production line. I think when the time comes I'll grab a sledgehammer and lend a hand, it'll be cathartic.
Speaking of lending a hand, something really annoyed me today. Once I had arranged my desk and filing cabinets in the new digs, I was left with a rather bare spot just inside the door. I glanced at my jacket, tossed across the spare chair, and decided the bare spot was a perfect place for some coat hooks. I went down to maintenance, knowing that the box of hooks I bought them for hanging up hoses couldn’t have been used up yet. I stole a couple and borrowed their cordless drill. Once the hooks were up on the wall in my office, I went back to maintenance to return the drill… along the way I ran into one of the production workers who’s been there long enough to know me. He saw the drill in my hand… “Heyyy, Jeff! What’s this? An office boy with a workin tool?” This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten comments like that from knuckle-draggers out on the floor. Like whenever I felt inclined to grab a broom and sweep up in the stock room because the warehouse guys were too busy unloading trucks, or jumped on the forklift myself to unload a pallet when a truck driver was in a hurry and nobody else was around. Some dipshit would always come up to me and pull some witty remark out of his ass... Like “Hey, are you sure yer certified on that thing?” or “Don’t hurt yurself, you might get a blister from that broom.” Most of these guys have been there long enough to know that I started out in receiving and spent a year in the warehouse; they’ve seen me hauling boxes, unloading lumber trucks and doing routine maintenance all over the place. Perhaps that’s the problem. The guy who commented on the drill has been there almost 20 years, and he’s still slappin lumber on the outsides of tubs for 8 hours a day and $14 an hour. I guess you need to be two-decades-wise in the way a screw goes through a chunk of 1x4 before you can carry a drill with real pride.
I'm looking forward to watching the walls come down in the dungeon, we're turning it into a lunch room for the new production line. I think when the time comes I'll grab a sledgehammer and lend a hand, it'll be cathartic.
Speaking of lending a hand, something really annoyed me today. Once I had arranged my desk and filing cabinets in the new digs, I was left with a rather bare spot just inside the door. I glanced at my jacket, tossed across the spare chair, and decided the bare spot was a perfect place for some coat hooks. I went down to maintenance, knowing that the box of hooks I bought them for hanging up hoses couldn’t have been used up yet. I stole a couple and borrowed their cordless drill. Once the hooks were up on the wall in my office, I went back to maintenance to return the drill… along the way I ran into one of the production workers who’s been there long enough to know me. He saw the drill in my hand… “Heyyy, Jeff! What’s this? An office boy with a workin tool?” This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten comments like that from knuckle-draggers out on the floor. Like whenever I felt inclined to grab a broom and sweep up in the stock room because the warehouse guys were too busy unloading trucks, or jumped on the forklift myself to unload a pallet when a truck driver was in a hurry and nobody else was around. Some dipshit would always come up to me and pull some witty remark out of his ass... Like “Hey, are you sure yer certified on that thing?” or “Don’t hurt yurself, you might get a blister from that broom.” Most of these guys have been there long enough to know that I started out in receiving and spent a year in the warehouse; they’ve seen me hauling boxes, unloading lumber trucks and doing routine maintenance all over the place. Perhaps that’s the problem. The guy who commented on the drill has been there almost 20 years, and he’s still slappin lumber on the outsides of tubs for 8 hours a day and $14 an hour. I guess you need to be two-decades-wise in the way a screw goes through a chunk of 1x4 before you can carry a drill with real pride.
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Friday, December 10, 2004
My day just went from bad to worse
I'm angry as hell this morning...
- My medication ran out two days ago, and I've been unable to get ahold of my doctor for a new prescription. According to some research I did online last night, my withdrawal symptoms aren't all that uncommon for people who skip their anxiety meds. That doesn't make the strange blood pressure surges and constant dizzy spells any more bearable though, and there's nothing I can do about it yet, no sawdust for the transmission.
- Estrogen is the mind killer. What is it about this particular group of hormones that breeds rampant irrational behavior and an allergic reaction to logic? But I'm not gonna get in to that now.
- Snow makes people frickin stupid. I've decided that stupid people who venture out in their cars on a snowy morning can be divided into three groups. 1. Oblivious- "You have to slow down when the roads are slippery? Is that why my soccermom-mobile is in the ditch?" 2. Invincible- "I've still got 198 payments to make on my $65,000 Dodge superduty diesel 4x4... who needs good handling when you've got flashy nekkid lady mudflaps?" 3. WhiteKnuckle- "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod... oh, there's a corner..... eeeeeeee... oh, god, that was close, better slow down another few clicks to just 8% of the speed limit. Why must those 29 cars lined up behind me travel so close? They're making me nervous."
- And now, the cherry on the ice cream... some coked-up disgruntled yankee asshole who seems to have a problem with good music pulled this shit last night:
http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/12/09/nightclub.shooting/index.html
Merry-frickin-Christmas
- My medication ran out two days ago, and I've been unable to get ahold of my doctor for a new prescription. According to some research I did online last night, my withdrawal symptoms aren't all that uncommon for people who skip their anxiety meds. That doesn't make the strange blood pressure surges and constant dizzy spells any more bearable though, and there's nothing I can do about it yet, no sawdust for the transmission.
- Estrogen is the mind killer. What is it about this particular group of hormones that breeds rampant irrational behavior and an allergic reaction to logic? But I'm not gonna get in to that now.
- Snow makes people frickin stupid. I've decided that stupid people who venture out in their cars on a snowy morning can be divided into three groups. 1. Oblivious- "You have to slow down when the roads are slippery? Is that why my soccermom-mobile is in the ditch?" 2. Invincible- "I've still got 198 payments to make on my $65,000 Dodge superduty diesel 4x4... who needs good handling when you've got flashy nekkid lady mudflaps?" 3. WhiteKnuckle- "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod... oh, there's a corner..... eeeeeeee... oh, god, that was close, better slow down another few clicks to just 8% of the speed limit. Why must those 29 cars lined up behind me travel so close? They're making me nervous."
- And now, the cherry on the ice cream... some coked-up disgruntled yankee asshole who seems to have a problem with good music pulled this shit last night:
http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/12/09/nightclub.shooting/index.html
Merry-frickin-Christmas
Monday, December 06, 2004
Cold morning
Christine had a birthday this weekend, we went out for dinner on Saturday and had a few friends over for drinks afterwards.... I was pretty nervous throughout the afternoon before the dinner plans. The whole "hurry-up-and-wait for the scheduled social event" was in full swing. Cold sweats, nervous twitching, upset stomach, numb limbs.... There was no way I could back out though, this was Christine's day and I was gonna take her out to dinner even if it meant using a hockey stick and some duct tape to prop me up at the table.
Thankfully, verything went surprisingly smooth. Once we were at the restaurant and seated, and I had a pint in hand, the switch flipped. I went from sickly anxious to having fun in about one minute flat. Christine thanked me the next morning for a very enjoyable birthday, that made it all worthwhile.
Thankfully, verything went surprisingly smooth. Once we were at the restaurant and seated, and I had a pint in hand, the switch flipped. I went from sickly anxious to having fun in about one minute flat. Christine thanked me the next morning for a very enjoyable birthday, that made it all worthwhile.
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