Havent blogged in a while, due to network restrictions and being in a blurry haze of alcohol, triptaphan, and nicoteen, kinda makes me sleepy when I'm home. Too sleepy to blog from there anyway.

Christmas wasn't the big disapointment I expect it to be every year, once again I've been proved wrong, this year by salami, scallops, spiced rum and the excitment of children on christmas day. So merry belated christmas, I guess.

So, I got a Genoa for Christmas, (see above line) the finest of the rolled meats, the king of salami's! For eating only this time. Two more feet and we can put it in the fridge! Man those things are big, and yummy too! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

Fruity pink/purple walls, this place is like a detox ward, makes me want to get high so I'll enjoy the view.

No word on the stalker watch, still don't have the time to get to the police station, there should be plenty of time (and no excuse) now that all the shopping is done.

It sometimes takes me three attempts to spell the word spywear, I mean spyware!

Gonna try and quit smoking this week, and you may have seen this statement before but I mean it this time! Got a stop smoking book which apparently works on rig pigs so I should be able to use it and have it work too, right? Girly girl has a web site which is helping her quit and seems to be working so i have back up for that if need be.

click to quit --- that's the link if your interested on being smoke free next year.

Well thats all the time we have for now folks, bloggin is hard work, I hate bloggin on notepad, see ya all next year! Have a happy one!

I hate bloggin on notepad, the Network nazi's are everywhere though. They're watching
every move you make, waiting waiting waiting to pounce and "misappropriation of
network resources" my skinny ass to the sidewalk. Just scanning my security badge
every morning is a stressful event and when it does "ding" me in, it is like a
catch 22 thing - "well I still have a job......but I still work here."

It's not that bad, I'm not surfin porn or downloading Mp3's or setting up pyramid
schemes or mass mailer bots with the network, and now, bloggin on notepad and running
a cut a paste operation, I don't even have that blog window open for more than a few
moments, but the whole time I do I hear the mission impossible theme running through
my head and constantly turn over my shoulder to see if Big Brother is indeed watching
at that moment. Of course none of that even matters because "IT" is always watching
and logging and logging and watching with a never tiring eye, it dosent even blink.
Thats the reason for the mixed feelings at the swipper in the morning and the reason
I'm blogging on notepad.

I hate blogging on notepad.

What a hateful week this is turning out to be, one step closer to the poorhouse, one step closer to the nuthouse. Not sure where I'll end up first, but the race is on. It's this thing they call Christmas, the shift change, and the stupid people I must deal with each day while in here. Like this:

Customer: "I need to dial a 9 to reach an outside line!"

Me: "but we just connected without the 9 and get an operator message when we use it!"

Customer: "I still need to dial a 9 to reach an outside line"

Me: "aaarrrrrrrrrgghgghghghghg!"


I think I'm still in "Tuesday and Wednesday Off" mode. I’m feeling all snappy with customers and think it might be cause I feel like I shouldn’t be here today. Oh well, it'll work itself out. A few good "Saturday and Sunday Off" combinations should fix this in short time.

Still no hacker update…nothing to post here anyway.

Just upgraded my parents computer to give it some USB ports, so ya can guess how old that friggin thing is. But the hardware gave IRQ errors with soundcard, video card and finally I had to get rid of the printer port to get it to run properly, printer is busted anyway and the next one we get will have USB capability, so that's not a problem. But instructing my parents, who rarely have the time to teach themselves how to reset the VCR clock (again), to operate this pokey win98 with a 166 MHZ (the camera wants a P2) set up with the auto email feature of the new digital camera, is going to be hell. See below for what my life is like before during and after work.

Seems that my angelfire account is hosting my images just fine, so far at least. After they realize there's no advertisements being added to the images they may feel differently but for now everything looks good.

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My new shift is in, 11 - 8pm with Saturday and Sunday off. Not too bad, be home in time for CSI and be available to jam during the week at a decent hour. There's more chance of VTO on that shift as well, not a significant chance and not a big issue with me either way.

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No change at this time in the hacking fiasco, although everyone who received the email mailed out by the hacker is in agreement that she should nail who ever is responsible to the wall, and go to the fullest extent of the law. I agree completely. This is going to change somebody's life beyond their wildest dreams; at least it should, if there's any justice anywhere. Well, thats todays update, pretty insignificant but more to come when we actually get to go to the police and this ball starts rolling along legally. I think I'll base my first screen play on the events surrounding this last coupla days, don't know what to call it yet though.

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So did you ever notice how 130 minutes is not an hour and a half?

Seems somebody thought hacking my girlfriends hotmail account, changing her password and emailing mail from her inbox to a lot of people in her address book would be a good project to amuse them on Wednesday. It also seems that the police are quite interested in finding out who, twice yesterday, temporarily stole her identity and violated all sorts of laws and agreements they accepted when they signed up for service with their ISP, who is also interested in finding out who has been abusing their service to commit privacy violations, which in this day and age is a serious offence. So we have to go to the police dept. tomorrow morning, make a report to get the ball rolling and see what gets brought up in the wash. This is so exciting! I can barely contain myself! If it turns out that they work here, theyll get fired for breach of contract, whether or not they were on the clock or in the building, its definitely a breach of contract ethics if nothing else. I ll keep posting on this as more info is collected, maybe others would be interested in the outcome of this as well.

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If its Skinny, and its Lickin, it must be Good!!

Can ya believe that snow/rain/sleet/hail thing it's doing out there tonight? And high wind on top of it all! I like a good week long early winter storm as much as the next guy, but this is a little much! Just getting or the aches and "every muscle in my body burns" pains from shovelling last week, and then they throw this at me. Well, at least the old fella's home to take over early morning shovelling duty if need be. The nightmares about being chopped to bits by the shovel were just starting to end. I hope to GOD it dosen't hold off til Tuesday!

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I guess I gotta break down and shop on Tuesday, but that tears me between the shovelling and the shopping. Which would I rather do? Which do i absolutely hate more? Hmmmmm. I don't think I can answer that without comparing the too, so i guess I have to try the shopping. Last year, I just gave Mom a price and away she goes, The Shoppinator! In no time the room was filled with things I didn't even know existed and apparently have been around for quite awhile. Everyone was happy last year, "me smellin like rosies", them with good gifts that they want or can actually use for something beside dust bunny catchers under the bed or behind the couch, Mom got to shop again AND do something nice for me, and I only had to pick up something for her and that was that, and that was such a sweet sweet set up.

This year's turning out bad already, a parcel is being mailed Wednesday, hopefully to arrive by the 23rd so I've got a sister and a nephew to get something usefull and/or memorable for, and it has to be done Tuesday. Meaning I can't drink 6 mugs of Draft on Monday night and sleep til 2pm, that's would not be productive now would it? Then there's the "girlfriend" issue. What to get for the woman who has everything (me that is!)?? She won't even give me a hint as to want she wants so I have to assume she has everything she needs, and try and get her something I want, so I can use it when I'm over there! Can you say crotchless panties? I can! Just don't know if I could say it to a cashier! My brother is not sure what he's doing, and probably won't know til the 22nd, when he'll get drunk and hop a $1600 plane ride from out west and surprise everyone who FEDEX'd his gifts out west and he'll be here just in time for everyone to go out and buy more gifts so he dosent feel left out! Can ya see why I'm not a fan of the season? This is just the tip of the iceberg! I'll tell ya bout the rest later!

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Plan A is to just giv'er
Do you have a plan B?
Plan B is to just keep on given'er!

Well, the two days of ball scratchin are almost over. Tommorrow, the boys club in our tiny corner of corporate hell will be invaded by women. Women who have thursday's and fridays off and leave the boys to thier own devices. Seems we get just comfortable enough to be decieved into believing "this job aint that bad" then they come in, and we have to stop talkin about certain things or at least we should stop talkin about certain things. Well some of us do, but anyway our area is considered HR row, so it shouldn't matter if I scratch my balls while the girls are around, should it? Most of them have husbands or boyfriends and should have seen some ball scratchin before, i would think anyway. Still I just don't feel right scratchin my balls with the girls around, I have to keep it to a minimum, and have to sneak those ones when I'm sure there's no chance of getting caught. But it could be worse! I could have 5 straight days of no ball scratchin at all, at least this way i get eased on into it over 2 days.

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Lord Flying Jesus in the Skies, I can't stand all this Christmas build up! Why does it start so early? Why is our's the only team with decorations? How long til they figure out I lied and am bringing absolutely nothing in to decorate my cube? How long will they pester until I must lie again and say "OK, I'll bring it in tommorrow!". Will they ever get the hint, third Christmas here, still no rotating, flashing, fat, red-robed didler, singing a three note carol, powered by a $2.00 watch battery sitting on my desk. Maybe he'll decorate this year! I'd say "when hell freezes over", but did ya see all the snow outside?

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Well looks like Brinkster finally shut down my ability to host that reaper image I had on my free space, I can't even seem to get my images back to post elsewhere which really bites and chews. My angelfire seems to be kickin along with out a hitch so far, but I need to acquire the image again to load it up there. Well I got my project for tonight, after I get that 98 machine back into 98 shape, that is!

Back to work, 3 feet of snow, wheel studs have to be cut off the rims to change the baloney skin tires, did i mention three feet of snow? The shovel has become a nightmarish image for me now. It appears right side up bouncing on the blade, chasing me through snowdrifts. I run and run and run, knowing if I lose my footing I will drown in the snow, while the shovel chops me into little pieces with it's razor sharp, stainless steel blade. Then I wake up, and feel like I've been cut into tiny pieces by a razor sharp stainless steel blade, but I realize I'm just in agony caused by shovelling, shovelling, and more shovelling. Not to mention 3 years since I worked any physical labour at all. First winter back here was fine, I was in school and just came back from climbing mountains out west on a survey crew, shovelling was a breeze. But after 2 years of sitting in these wide open "cubicles" and doing no type of muscular exertion, I fear I have become soft. Being ridiculed because of the soreness caused by my softness does not sit well with me, and I guess the rub down is days away, if it comes at all! So now I have mental and physical pain and no way to get relief. Winter sucks! Snow sucks! I hate Snow, and I refuse to dash through it, you can't make me!!! Ya Ya, Jingle these bells!!

******20 SHOPPING DAYS TIL CHRISTMAS!!******
Don't that just put the Santa in your Claws?

Just a few things:
What if we all had 6 nipples?
Can someone actually get paid to blog?
Would I make KD @ 2am if I didn't care?
Crayons were easier to play with in the 70's! There was only 14 colours!
My whole work area looks like someone threw a few elves in a woodchipper, and I just luuuuuv Xmas!


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The people who know they can do the job, and are fully qualified to do it, are never the ones who get it because they feel that if there is anything right in this world they will get what they deserve without acquiring the tell tale nasal discolorations of those who are not qualified, and know damn well the only they can get a head is to kiss it.