Possumblog

On average, I drink two cups of coffee per day at work. Since each cup is cut with at least half hot water (our coffee is made strong enough to turn me into the wolfman), it really is no more than 6 ounces total of coffee.

Yet EVERY time I go to get a cup, there is only a bare skim of stewed, tar-black, oily coffee left in the bottom of the pot. Why, O why?

@#&*#%!!

I think it's about time to have a "talk" with your coworkers, Diane.

What I hate is there is someone in our office who, for whatever reason, puts a soft drink IN THE FREEZER, and leaves it, and GUESS WHAT? It EXPLODES all over the freezer! DUH! What makes me mad? HE LEAVES THE SPRAY OF STICKY COLA ALL OVER THE INSIDE like the big BLOODY STUMP OF A MORON THAT HE IS!

*%%$#^!

That couldn't possibly be Burnt Toast Man, could it?

That's the even MORE angrying thing about this--NO ONE WILL ADMIT TO IT! I think it might be, but it could be several people. I don't ever put anything in the freezer, so it doesn't directly affect me, but just the idea that anyone would be such a pig makes me mad.

This couldn't have come along at a better time. I think it's a sign!!
I've had a new boss for a year now and every since he got here he's been trying to adjust our work schedules. I work 10 hour days 4 days a week. Well this morning he's finally putting his foot down to make us all go back to 5 days a week. I'm so mad about it that I'm looking for At-Home jobs on the internet. I have 3 kids and a 2 hour commute and he's removing any chance of us working at home pretty often even though that's the direction we'd been moving towards for a long time. Changing someone'se work schedule is also changing their LIFE schedule with family. Anyone know if Medical Transcription is a good career choice???

@#&*#%!!

TWO HOUR COMMUTE!? #$@&&*!

Anyone with work-at-home experience out there?

Another thing! I just got back from going to the bank, and the moment I walked in the door, the overwhelming odor of baked foam rubber with peanut butter crawled all up in my nose. I don't know who it was or what they were cooking, but I've smelled better smelling paper mills.

*!%%$#@*&?

If you're going to install this as a feature, I'll offer up "vex" or "vexed" as a word for the title.

It's a perfectly good word that I forget. And I'm often vexed.

I'm not sure it's safe to hang around here today. Just a bit more cussin' than I expect from you folks.

Now, if Hockey season was already underway...

Janis, I'll be happy to make the change. ::grumble::grumble::

And Skinnydan, all the naughty words are actually a good thing--we've installed a cuss jar, and we've got over three dollars and a button in there already! Pretty soon, I figure we'll have enough to buy--well, to buy something!

Maybe "Hacked and Vexed Tuesday."

Tex is way beyond vexed, and I don't blame her.

Been asked to review a bunch of documents having to do with a NASA boondoggle. They aren't quite as bad as they could be (i.e. if they'd been written by NASA HQ weenies). One is 830 pages, and contains (among other things) a couple tables that each go on for over 300 pages. For this I went to college?!

I'll bet Nate can more than match this.

Steevil, you've got me beat with 300 page tables.

I am grumpy after today's staff meeting but only indirectly. We got a new Wing Commander a few months back, he used to be the WC at our counterpart base in OH. And, he's realigned things...

Because I'm a contractor, it doesn't affect me directly, except that the government boss I had has (smartly) moved to a new position and there is no one watching out for my contract's preservation and renewal each year.

Its just aggravating because all this realignment does is further reallocate your tax dollar without creating any actual improvement to the working conditions or the fighter planes and pilots I support.

Well, the project I am working has been stalled for a month by various people who change "thee" to "thou" in documents. My government guy said today that, the best he can figure, we have made no real changes in over a month but we are a month farther behind schedule.

Mind you, I'm not complaining since I have a couple of months more assured work.

How about calling this the Tuesday Torque-o-rama?

(I thought about using Torquemada but figured it'd be to inquisitive)

NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!!

Isn't it nice to have LittleA back?

The boy likes his words.

Yes, but he brings those blasted barking spiders with him.

Besides - you can't torque 'im oudda anything.

For my part, I was shown a 13 page scope of work whose primary function seems to call for approximately 7,000 additional pages of documentation to be written. Given that some of the documents are listed as "Zero to fifteen pages", I'm utterly confused as to what the point might be. If the choice is between 15 pages of tech/sales gibberish and none, I know what I'm voting for.

Oh, and they've only been working on getting this project off the ground for 18 months. Add my ^%$#@ to the pile, please.

Hooray! Another nickel in the cuss jar!

When I do something I normally never do, something happens to really sheet it home big time.

It's like compound interest.

My accountant needed the percentage breakdown of my annual aggregate phone bill; internet, fixed line, cell.

I don't receive paper bills and currently am not online at home.

Off to internet cafe, look up account details online, add it all up for an annual figure(supplier doesn't do the math, customer must); find each percentage figure. Telephone accountant, not there. Leave message with a female who answers the phone. Accountant rings a day later. Where are the figures? He didn't receive the message. I want to ask him who answered his phone, a passing fishwife? The cleaner? A burglar?

But I don't. And this is where the mistake is compounded. Normally I would keep the notes I had made and simply read the figures out to him again, problem averted. But this time, I hadn't kept them! Fate knew the woman was not going to pass on the message and made me rashly toss the piece of paper in a bin.

So I did it all again. Internet cafe, add, add, add, phone him again, speak to him in person, give him the figures.

I couldn't complain to him, because my mistake was the greater.

Well I'm a day late and only pre-vexed.

I get to spend the next 3 1/2 hours driving to and from Richmond with a hidieously long and boring doctor's visit in between the trips. The driving only takes an hour round trip, it's the hospital that is the big time sink.

It's the CF clinic for Max ( he's fine, just a check-up) and the appointments are always doubled booked if not tripled booked. Max has a somewhat bad rep there, but I don't blame hime. He hates doctors and by the time they see him is is bored out of his mind.

They need more doctors and they need to extend the clinic to beyond just Wednesday mornings.

Hmmph.

Why, all this vexation just makes me want to say #*&& and @!#%^~`+&!