Going dark. Should be back up by tomorrow but maybe later tomorrow. New Blog version, gotta integrate with my DB, and re-do some of my improvements.
Blog
Where to begin
Life has been really fucking hectic lately.
TO got written up. That sucks.
I’ve been pretty busy with my “1 week M&E Project”, turned 4 month ordeal. Well it goes live tonight. I worked until 7pm last night, 6:30pm tonight. I don’t mind putting in the long hours when needed, but until we move closer to our work, it really sucks putting in that kind of time and effort for little or no appreciation.
On the plus side, I think my bosses boss is seeing my value, which means a lot to me. We’ll see. They have very little time to do right by me, pretty much as long as it takes me to find somewhere else where I can grow. So the race is on. I’m half hoping that current job steps up and does the right thing, after all it’s our motto.
The garage sale
Garage sale
A few months ago, when my (not yet) fiancÈ moved in it was decided that we needed to have a garage sale. Actually it was more; ìIî needed to have a garage sale. Old furniture and shit that I had been accumulating over the last 27 years, that really should have been thrown out or sold a looooooong time ago.
The added wrinkle to this plan was that (because Iím nice) I was storing a lot of the Exís crap. And I really mean crap. Old broke down Ikea sofa, loveseat, chair set, some heavy ass wrought iron bedroom set that served as my guest room, and a bunch of other misc. stuff.
So garage sale day arrives, Nicole and I get up at the cold ass butt crack of dawn to set up and get ready. Ex is supposed to arrive within a few hours of starting the sale in order to oversee the sale of her stuff. That didnít happen.
A few hours into the sale, things are moving better than expected, this older guy shows up, looks around.
ìHow much for this?î Holding up some whatchyamacallit that I no doubt paid good money for.
ìFive dollars.î
ìDo you have any chests of drawers?î
I look around me, knowing I have no chests of drawers. I look at him, I look all around the driveway, I look back at him.
ìNoî
ìHow about cameras? I need one of those kind that have a removable lenses.î
I look at him, he looks at me, I look around the driveway again, thinking to myself,
Let me go look in the back room, see what I have back there.
“Uh… no sorry, no cameras either.”
“Oh well, I was really looking for those.”
The day pretty much went like that most of the time. Garage’s sale suck that way.
Had some one interogate me about the Dish network DVR I was selling, Paid my bill, all current and such.
At the end of the day, we found someone’s car keys. How one loses car keys I can’t fathom. I did get a nice swiss army pocket knife though.
I sure hope they had duplicates.
Do we need mirrors
Really? Do we? The gym just installed mirrors in the corners. So now from my corner of the locker room I can accidentally see mr. I don’t need a towel to walk to the shower’s ass, on the other side of the locker room. Thanks LA Fitness
Porn Face
“Feel it!”
“ARRRRRRGGGGHHHH… Yeeeaaaahhhhh”
“One more! One Moooooorrreee!!! You can do it!!!!”
If you saw the look on Mikes face you might think he was giving birth, or perhaps staring in a porn flick. In fact, he wasn’t. He was pressing 235 pounds. A new high for Mike.
“AAARRRRRHHHHHH”
Mike isn’t a pirate either. It’s a common occurance at gyms across the country f or men; regardless of the weight, to make almost pornstar like faces and grunt, groan, exhale loudly, and in Mike’s case, sound like a pirate, when lifting weights.
This phenominon is limited to free weights however. Those men that use the weight stack style machines seem to be immune to the affects that cause this condition.
Scientists aren’t sure if it’s the metal in the handles and bars of the free weights or perhaps the rubber covering of the weights themselves, but they’re convinced of one thing, there is a link to be found.
This phenominon can be found at any hour, but seems to spike in the afternoons around 4-6 pm and then again around 8-9pm. It’s unclear what causes these spikes, but it’s commonly believed that the concentration of attractive women and horny, lonely men, accelerates the chemical process that leads to
Porn Face
It takes 10 years?!?!?
Towards the end of the day today AP got into a conversation with TB and TO. The best part was when AP says, getting streamlined with the kinds of processes we’re trying to put into place takes 10 years or so. “We’re doing pretty good after only one.”
What a load of crap. It’s unlikely AP has ever worked anywhere for that long, or even worked anywhere that’s spent 10 years implementing a Change Management and source code control process. SInce a place that takes that long is unlikely to make it to 10 years.
I’ll be the first to agree that change takes time and that for us there’s a lot of culture changes that need to take place, but 10 years. What a load of crap.
Of course this comes from the guy with a contractor mentality to his work. Make it hard for anyone else to know what I’m doing to ensure I am impossible (perceived) to replace. He seems to thwart the process at every turn, doing CMs job for them, still doing release notes, not forcing them to call the developer on support that weekend, not making them call the teams who need to fix the problem, essentially hand holding the CM team on a daily basis.
Well he can keep doing it since I have plenty of life I’d like to lead on the weekends, he can sacrifice his. I wonder if he thinks he’s still hourly?