merry boxing day

Time for another kick at the blogger cat. Merry Christmas to all, though I really think Sheldon's the only person who reads this thing on any regular basis - so Merry Christmas Sheldon! LOL Learn that song - it's easy once ya get the wrist thing going properly.
Had a ball at Shawn and Trina's Christmas day bash, brought the guitars and harmonicas and got right loaded up, didn't get home until like 5 am, and had work at 11:30 - bummer - but got there OK. Sat through a coupla hours of waiting 25 minutes for a 2 minute phone call - cause OPS is in another country and they wouldn't send us home but what the hell. Frees up more time this week for leaving early I guess. Worked Xmas eve right til the end of the shift, turns out the operation in Manilla is 12 hours ahead of us and was closed for Xmas so we got all the calls from the people who wanted to order underwear on Xmas eve, yes underwear on Xmas eve. Or "where's the credit for my return?" Some people need to get a life I think. At least with tech support people got away from their puters for the most part on special holidays and gave most people a break when they were stuck at work.
Thats my boring life, in a nutshell - for now - til I hit the super 7 jackpot anyway

Talking to Americans on the phone, the racism against the middle eastern peoples is rampant - one women said "our building is full of THEM" - and I guess if they are uneducated or brainwashed to the point of inability to make a sane decision on thier own, then it would be understandable. But most of the people I talk to are quite articulate and some even speak as if they come from breeding families. I don't understand how they can be so blind, hurt I can see, but blind is another story altogether.
1182 is the body count for dead americans in Iraq since George W declared "mission accomplished".
1319 is the total in Iraq since Mar.19 / 03. Do the math. Six times the causulties after the war.

Try the Dooley's yet? Get yourself to the LC and grab some of that for the holiday cheer. A carmel/toffee liquer made specifically for shooting or sipping out of a coffee mug or mixing into your morning coffee or licking it off a loved ones inner thigh. But not for lighting on fire (no flaming dooley's) and not for mixing with anything (it might just make a nice paralyzer or white russian but....naaaa) Drink this sucker straight outta the jar or shot glasses - which provided in the gift set by the way are ROUND bottomed - intensifying the whole experience as the shot glasses resemble a weeble, and rocks back and forth when they are inevitably dropped to the table at some point during the evening (or morning - whatever) festivities. Good stuff, drink lots. And I don't own a single share in the company.

20/20

got contacts, no glasses no more. Takes some gettin used to though. Crying like a little girl when i put them in, but it's better/wierder/clearer than before. gotta remember to wash my hands before puttin them in, especially as a smoker - got that nicotene going in the eye ball and it hurts like hell, thus the aforementioned crying like a little girl. Gotta quit smoking, really though, if thats what happens from just a finger tip of the chems, what is it doing to everything else inside, well at least I won't leave a four-eyed corpse!

skinny - lickin - 20/20

Hey, leave a message. What do you think? What bothers you?
Is it me? I really didn't do anything. Well then fine if thats the
way you feel about it then go, just go.

Work, work, work, work. Got a nice bonous of two unemployment checks in the mail yesterday, $852.00 for christmas. That'll make the holidays a little more festive. Add that tp the $320.00 wal mart gift card I won at work, and the 96 hour pay checks I'm getting and all of a sudden, things aren't so bleak. Still all messed up over buying gifts for christmas though. Just what to buy is the problem now, instead of how to buy. Guess things could be worse. I could still be at Stream! ha ha lol

You Want Bras With That?

So selling womens clothes over the phone turns out to not be as hard as one might think. They phone, they want clothes, you order it for them. Much easier than tech support for morons. When someone starts hymmin and hawwin at the start of a call, I know they'll be off my phone in under 5 minutes. Yes. Five (5) minutes. Where as with level 2 tech support for pissed off morons, as soon as I would hear the moaning on the other end, my stomach and bowels would freeze nearly solid, knowing I would be on the phone anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour with the whinning "whats a double click" person. So far I've had no problems with the transition, although the lack of stress at work is a very differnet situation from what I've been used to. And it's 95% women there. Heee Heee. Niiiice place to work.

Skinnylickingood

Where no man has gone before

I don't believe the human race will ever reach the summit on thier uphill climb and finally achieve the dream Gene Rodenberry had of life in the future. Imagine it for a moment. No war on planet Earth, friends with E.T's who are of different shape, color and language. Everybody pulling together for the good of the species and not for personal monetary gain. No nationalism, no more flag waving countries, no more dictators and fanatics.
Six hundred years from now, who the hell knows what could be happening to the human race. Technological advances in the last hundred years were so far reaching we can only expect there to be an exponential increase in discoverys in science and technology. Already we have some of the worlds richest men getting together to put privatized space craft into orbit (for commercial use, of course!) But when these guys decide there has to be a better way to do things like this, a cheaper way that is, technology will advance to supply it. Of course we would have deep space flights already if someone told the U.S government they had discovered an oil planet. There would be tankers and warships headed for the planet of black gold pretty damnquick.
But what is really standing in the way of any real sense of oneness in the human race is religion. "My religion is the one religion. I'm right and you're wrong, and if you disagree with me anymore, I will find you and kill you and all of your kind."
Religion. It belongs in peoples hearts and minds, not in our governments and schools. There are far too many differing races and religions in the public schools to satisfy everybodys rules and holidays. So what do we do, we take the catholic approach and the very same people who came to this country and stole it from the native inhabitants, escaping religious persecution in thier homelands, enforce thier own rules and regulations on the diverse masses in the new lands. In my hometown this year, Halloween was pushed ahead a day to Oct. 30, because it wouldn't be appropriate to celebrate it on a Sunday. But isn't the Jewish sabbath on Saturday? You cannot satisfy anybody without offending somebody else.
Anyway, the point is, we are not going to get any closer to the ideal future that awaits us ala "Star Trek" until we can all get together as one, either one religion or no religion, and without personal profit being the motivating factor in getting anything good acomplished on this little blue planet.
By the way, I'm not a star trek fan. I always though Star Wars was a more realistic fantasy world. Realistic fantasy world is a great oxymoron. Use it somewhere if you can. Watch this space for future ammendments.

In case you tried the link below for the travel web site and were as disapointed as I was (if possible) to find out that it dosent work, I've since upgraded the link so it should work now, without prompting for a username and password.
Or click here if you don't want to scroll down.
Here

questions

Who is the Nivea Soft girl? Why is that the only commercial I've ever seen her in?
Does the T.V season start later each year and finish sooner, or is it just me?
Why does a Baseball game, covered on only one major network, even a record setting come from behind win by the Sox, pre-empt programming on ALL other stations?
Only 60-some days left till Christmas - bet ya'll love to hear that!
Why is the cigarette habit the only thing I have a real problem dropping? No other booze or drugs have ever had this tight a grip on me, or done so much damage to both body and mind alike.
Why do I blog at 3:30 am when I should have been asleep long ago?
Is it too late to be asking such stupid questions?

- Sleepless in cyberspace -

the hotmail post - 250Mbs

So my hotmail account just leaped up to 250Mbs thats impressive, just when I was starting to hate the whole Microsoft corporation, they turn around and do this for me. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! I think they should send me a couple hundred dollars for mental anguish before they think for a second that we are anywhere close to even. Then they can might get me to try SP2, again. Puter wouldn't even boot properly after puttin that "update" on. Maybe I should try again, they might have gotten another patch fixed up for it. uuungh I still don't wanna do that again, though that couple hundred dollars would be a big glob of grease for the wheels.

So, everything still sucks

Here I am, it's after midnight, pissing down rain outside, and "the Chris Rock" HBO special is paused on the DVD player. It's halarious. Rent it, buy it, borrow it, what ever you have to do, if you don't mind lots of "F" words and even more "N" words it's well worth the hour and a half you'll spend in front of the T.V that night. Just put the kids to bed first!

Gonna get $400 to create, build and implement a web site for the mother in laws travel agency and I can't seem to get my ass in gear to finish the friggen thing! I need the cash like yesterday, bills are just-a-piling up now, but I have no direction to go with it. Got the obligatory cool flash intro built and hosted all ready at a free hosting site though - click here if your curious to see it
Travel Universal Flash intro
But that's about all I've really got. Trying to get some cool CSS effects down before I launch into something for the world to see and hopefully open up some more bussiness for the agency.
I have free reign on this project and I'm starting to think I may work better when there's a specific agenda to follow, something that I need to produce to / for someone's exacting standards. I wrote 2200 words the last two days for part 1 of a short story (which isn't looking too short right now, by the way), which has as much likelyhood of getting published or even placing in a literary contest as I do winning the lottery, but can't get a simple web design project up and running for cold hard cash. I looked at templates on the web and the free ones for the most part suck, but I wasn't enamored with the ones that cost money either. They looked atrocious and I couldn't see myself nabbing one (or paying for it) and passing it off as my own, even after I changed everything around and put my own pictures and modified the layout, it would still suck.
So I need a kick in the ass to get my creative juices (a little html and css juices wouldn't hurt either) flowing and soon. Anybody got any ideas on how to get this kinda project up and running, dropping a line or a reply would be great.
Till next time -

- Stuck between a Web and a hard place

Me.....a star?

Me....A Star!!

Well I could be! I think. I could do any one of those reality shows, really, how hard is it to pick up pigs hearts covered in blood with your teeth? Thats about the hardest thing I've seen on any of these shows yet. Or jump on a plane and "race" around the world? That survivor shit is the rough stuff though, not that I'm an asshole or anything like that, but I can't kiss ass enough (and I'm not pretty enough) to win a popularity contest like that. That bachelor sure has the easy ride though, dating and makin out with like 14 women, chosing which one he thinks will be the best in bed. And thats ONLY if he dosent get to test drive them before-hand. That would certainly make the decision easier, and a much more worthwhile study. I could do that job. Yeah, I could be star.

Just call me righty, or is it lefty?

It's been a while since I've actually written anything constructive here, but i don't see you updating your blog so get off my back!
Unemployement, (though in theory, not working is a dream of mine,) just isn't turning out the way I had hoped. Went to the beach one day, as is one of the most sought after activities of the unemployed, and it all turned to shit from there. Beautiful beach, hot sunshine, and huge waves, the likes of which I havent seen in years! An incredible day, but.........I tore a friggen muscle in my left shoulder while frolicking in the foamy surf. So, now, even if offered a job, I can't take it. At least not comfortably. I will not turn down work of course, but the amount of pills I'd have to be on to get through the day would render me virtually useless, but lots fun to be around!

Poetry Time:

My left arm, left arm
poor mangled apendage
sometimes it hurts me to type
I'll survive in the long run
but at this very moment
thank God i jerk off with my right

I am 81% evil.

Wow! I'm almost pure evil! Sin is my way of life. If there is a hell I have packed my bags for the trip.

Are you evil? find out at Hilowitz.com

Signing on the dotted line....

I posted this on the message board for the stream group on the Hi5 friends network

I think the real reason for this pay cut is your run of the mill corporate greed and nothing more. The #1 CS site in the world can't demand a higher dollar value for THE BEST product?
They just know that most people really need that job even if it's less than the original starting wage. People with kids and houses can't just up and leave the island or that God forsaken building, and they know that in the end after all the fuss and muss that the ones that stay and accept the paycuts will be the ones who will accept it again when another contract has to be "negotiated at a comparitive competitive rate". And it will happen.
Once the suits see what they can get away with, they will want to get away with it even more. We'll be working for minimum wage before they're through keeping thier stock holders happy, and lining thier own pockets with raises for VP's and CEO's.
Don't feel bad for me, I have only 2 piddly bills to pay out of each check, and no dependants but for someone like Dan or Brad who just recently bought houses, this is a real kick in the cock.
The reason I'm not signing the paper is not a financial one, it a self respect issue with me. I've given 3 years of my life, (which in the long run is NOT that long), to that company, never said shit even when I was up to my eyeballs in it, worked 60 hours a week when it was required of me to meet business needs, was as bendy as the best and for all my dedication and time I'm NOT going to get my 25 cent raise this year? No, in fact I'm going back to square one, as if I didn't have any experience in this field, never taken a call, and never set foot in that building, thank you very much! They've wiped out 3 years of my life and made me finally see the truth. We don't matter! We never did!
The truth is people will sign, have signed or are signing now as I type this. Stream will remain open for business for a short time anyway. And the MTO concerns? Not a problem. With the people who do leave, or refuse to sign gone, it'll be a red Q where ever you are in that building, there will be half hour lunches and over time galore.
But not for me. As I said earlier it's a respect issue for me. If I'm not getting it from the company then I'll have to get it from my self.

yippie

I'm having a breakdown
I nearly screamed through the phone at a level 1 tech today
not that I thought she should know better, but answer a few
questions so i can get off to a running start with the customer.
As it was I was borderline, I never even talk at a normal level
on the phone with the mic so close to my mouth I don't have to,
so when i did raise my voice it seemed pretty loud, but hey
"I was doing the duplicate tile fix"
"so do they have an old account"
"no, I was told to"
"By who"
"A roamer"
again "Who?"
"are you going to take this call!!!"
"Send her through, just send her through!!!"

Fuck off and bite the brown spot! Bitch!

Well we got to keep our jobs so some people are pissed at that
maybe that was her problem, but I shouldn't be bleeding from the
mouth from biting my tongue. This is getting to be less and less like fun everyday.
I guess it actually is a JOB. Sucks to be me!

 
poetry corner:

Ice cold beer in fisted hand
shakey, wobbly, barely able to stand
one more hotdog from the mobile cart
retching and gagging is sure to start

piles of vomit, a multicolored array
I need new shoes, not tommorrow, today
If was able to speak, you know I would say
"Have yourself a blurry seaside daze!"

 

blah blah BLOG

Sunday, sunday sunday!!
Shot night, sandbar, pre-seaside daze kick off /warmup party, pictures at 11!
 
Short blog tonight, obviously going out to get shit faced again tonight. LOL
 
The reception to end all receptions, the mother of all receptions was held last night, and I had a ball, incredible how people can change so much about themselves (thier looks and what the do with themselves and where they live, blah blah blah) but are still basically the very same as you remember them from years before. Thats not necessarily a bad thing, it's fun to watch people in thier 30's act the same way they did when they were teenagers though.
 
Back to work, back on the phones, taken violently from training class at what amounts to gun point and put right back to the grind. This racket is a sad sad way to live. Not even sure if there will be a job there in a months time and we're still supposed to give 110% till we find out if we're getting pink slips. lol I should have went to university, wouldn't have to deal with any of this shit.
  
  
  
  
 

To blog or not to blog? That is the question I put forth from my steely throne, ensconsed in the warm embrace of velet pajamas, sipping on moonshine and bijou, smoking fat cigars, rolled on the virginal inner-thighs of young cuban women. Take the time to drop a line? Maybe you'll create a rhyme. And he did and he looked upon the rhyme and said "this is good stuff, have you had enough?" "Yes!!Yes yes!!" the thunderous reply echos from the balconies and rooftops of the inner sanctum. "No more suessian taunts from your razor-wheted wit." "Assault not those who have assaulted against you with more diatribes, and contritcities." And he looked down upon the masses huddled naked for warmth and fornication against a cold and cruel world and he agreed. "Yes, it is a glorious day!", then he adding rather curtly "I shall ride at dawn, prepare the women!" And he was gone, never to be heard from again in these parts. Poking around in Cuba, was his last rumoured siting, looking for virgin thighs and truth in advertising. He searches in vain, knowing all the time it is a hopeless quest. We're all pretty much fucked from day one, so who amongst us can put forth such a claim as ludicris as virginity? And yet he searches still.

Set up a tent tonight bigger than some of the apartments I've lived in, made by the people who make the swiss army knives, this thing is huge - 11 man 3 room with a porch 2 windows. Roughing it in style!

I guess everybody is going to have a Gmail account pretty soon, so many people adding me to thier gmail messenger accounts, and I've finally seen one of the ads which were causing all the privacy controversy at the launch time, and IT'S NOTHING AT ALL. Same as doing a google search and getting a side bar/frame on the right with a coupla links in it - all pertaining to the subject of the mail - and I had to subscribe to a mailing list in order for that to come through, none of my personal mail from contacts have contained any links to external sites at all. MSN/hotmail is going to try to catch up this fall with a 250MB free account.......so between my gig at google, 250 meg at hotmail and my new 100 meg at yahoo, I'll have more online storage than my first hard drive had. hehehe

Wrote a test today at work - OEM and OS - got 77/100. I can live with that. I'd love to do something differnet that this account, maybe even enough to stay here a while longer. 2-1/2 years is too long for that account, can't wait to switch it up to something a bit more interesting.

I'm not apologizing for the lack of updates to this blog anymore, I'm busy - get off my friggen back!

Skinnyblogalicious

Time off cut short

Well it's back to work, so maybe i will be bloggin a bit more than I thought. Life sucks. Same job, same client, same position, same wage. There's no adjustment period, but there's nothing new either.

Six weeks sounds like such a long time, but it's gonna fly by, the summer will be over and all 800 of us will be out of work and will have had no time to find new work, because we will be working!

Could be worse though, I could have kids to support or a mortgage to pay, as it is, it's not too hard to smile some of the time.

Well after the heartbreaking hockey game, I couldn't bear to blog again til now, nearly a month later. What a let down.uggghg

Sunny days are here again and I can't see myself doing much blogging over the next while, unless I really have something worth while to say, which is rare, espeacially over the summer months. Sun baked and beer addled, with guitar in hand of course, is how I want to spend the rest of my summer days. I may make some changes to the page, but I can't see there being very much to write.

HAVE A GOOD SUMMER

Well we sit on the eve of what promises to be the most exciting hockey played by professional players since the summit series of '72, which I was too young to remember, but have seen many a rebroadcast.
Two young teams, hungry for a Stanley Cup to put them on the map in the hockey world. From the opposite sides of the continent, as far southeast as the states will go and as far as the Canadian Rockies to the northwest will allow. Travel time could be a factor.
No matter which team walks away with the cup, we the fans will be the winners in the long run, having witnessed some of the best professional hockey we will ever have the chance to see.

That said, updating this thing is a real pain sometimes, trying to tweak the design to keep me interested is hard and this computer dosent want to display me an updated view of the thing. So many thing i want to do, but the time constraints are brutal. I have to log into three different web sites download info and files from one site and upload to another site and then finally link it all together to make one totally copastetic? view. And, I only have an hour or so to update each week while the girlfriend is eyes deep in gay guys on "queer as folk", other than that it's hockey (for another 2 weeks anyway) then maybe i can do some serious house keeping here, instead of just changing a font colour.

Gotta go......

Well, don't they have a pretty new blog style going here, all rounded off and unoffensive? Very nice design. I might hire these people to do my living room.

I just got around to blogging since the leafs tragically lost game 6 to philly. Gotta pull off my previously confident post to replace it with a big "go calgary go" post.

I've done a bit of housecleaning myself and found a hosting service (thanks to Shrapnels) that isn't bothering me about hosting a few pictures. Thanks to LYCOS and Angelfire can bite me.

Not sure if i like the fruity blue or not, may have to change that in the near future - no time now though - hockey game is on - got to go!

SKINNYLICKIN TECHSUPPORT

Hey, does anyone do windows updates at all?? W32.sasser.worm, nuff said. Update your computers. You pay too much money for your computers, which incidentally could launch missiles and all you do is get email and go to ebay, and then more for internet access, and you don't want to be as up to date as possible? Sucks to be you!

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No more VTO, 300 calls waiting, lets early out, lets get fired for a point infraction when there's 18 shifts til we get an 11 week paid vacation. I think the technicians here are as stupid as the customers sometimes.

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Still Skinnylickin - still skinnylickingood

Well i got a new side bar to commemerate my new quitting frame of mind! Buttin out again, this time it's for good, i can feel it! (sure you say, what about last time?) Well last time too, but ran into some difficulty with "environment issues" which seem to be under control for now. (sure you say, we'll see, we'll see!) And i say, ya we will!! So there!!

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Looks like the Canadians are falling to Tampa Bay, possibly in 4 games, so it sucks to be a Canadians fan, but even more, it sucks for hockey fans from Canada. I'm a leafs fan, blue and white, wrong or right!, But I wanted to see the Canadians, (whose fans are apparently sworn to never ever say a nice thing about the Leafs), win so there would be a chance of the east being the leafs and canadians, guaranteeing a Canadian team goes to the stanley cup finals. The hopes are now on the leafs and the flames, not much chance for the habs to be coming back and winning four straight, just can't see it happening.

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All our jobs are in limbo, and we've already bent over backwards for this place and i can't bend anymore. Well the 11 weeks of paid, possible time off will be good, and it might just be the kick in the ass I need to get the hell outta here and get a decent pay check coming in, not this pittance, it's just enough to live on, not enough to live. But it's all the lazy people like me need to keep us here, just enough to live on.

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(revised as the loser's lament)

ROUND 2 - HERE WE COME!!!

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Well, well Boston fans, see ya next year! Montreal made history and came back from a 3-1 deficeit(?) to win the first round!

All we need now is Toronto to win tommorrow, night and both teams to advance to the eastern conference finals for every canadian hockey fan's wet dream to come true. I wouldn't even care who won! Just to see that series would be incredible to watch that series.
SkinnylickinLater!!!!

The bastard flu is finally lending reprieve, I can almost think straight again. Look out world, here I come. YA

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Appetite is slowly coming back to me and Maitre `D functions at home shall be soon restored to their previous grandeur! Viva la sausage burger!

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Work is so slow. How slow is it? Well, it's so slow that I'm looking for more work. Reached the ceiling as far as where I can go in this company now, and I'm sure there will be no blanket raises when the new owners take over, just the same old same old, and I don't think I can handle it much longer. The option of Korea has been taken away, unless I can get a degree somewhere – anyone want to donate their edumacation to me? So it looks bleak, but it'll get better. I hope! ☺

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Began reading from the quit smoking bible again, and this time I think I'll read to the end like they say I should, keep smoking till they tell me to quit, so I can count myself among the 99% successfully cured. Talk about being in a shitty minority. You are in a group of only 1% of the world's population, and to add the insult to injury – you're condemned to smoke till your lungs are dried up ashen husks. Gonna stay on course this time, the payout is too big at the end to fuck around with the instruction manual.

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I hate blogging about work, but when you're at work, what else is on your mind?
90 minutes with this woman, go out of my way to help her, it's outta my hands by the end of the call, so all I can do is give instruction on what to get done to make it work. Not so much as a fucking "thank you"! The ignorance of these people is blinding! I say "thanks" when someone apologizes for doing me wrong in some way! I know that’s going too far with manners, but there's gotta be a line there somewhere and if you cross it your mother or grandmother starts rolling over in their grave. Ease your ancestor's eternal slumber and say a simple "please" and / or "thank you"; I don't want to have change the blog name to "raising Americans".

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Ever see the movie Canadian Bacon, well there is a line in this movie where Alan Alda (playing the US president) is attempting to inspire American hatred of Canadians so they can justify an invasion of Canada (kind has a familiar ring to it huh?). Well the big propaganda spin doctoring all cumulated in the line "Canadians, They walk among us".
And I see this as the way for us to help out our racist, IQ challenged, armor-piercing,
high velocity, semi automatic loving neighbors from the south of the border.

We can move in next door, most of us are white and most of us speak English, so we wouldn't draw a hint of suspicion from the overly racist US population. Of course we would have to slack off a bit on the job, cut out the beer and the back bacon, learn to watch baseball from start to finish, (not just from the stretch) and put an big show of watching hunting programs on TNN but I think we could pull it off.

We could teach them how to spell, and pronounce words like house properly, and empress upon them the importance of knowing their own home telephone # - what do you do if your car breaks down, you can remember the auto club # for a tow, but the # for calling the wife or husband, or (even scarier) the kids just eludes you? That ain't right.

The bastard flu is finally lending reprieve, I can almost think straight again. Look out world, here I come. YA

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Appetite is slowly coming back to me and Maitre `D functions shall be soon restored to their previous grandeur! Viva la sausage burger!

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Work is so slow. How slow is it? Well, it's so slow that I'm looking for more work. Reached the ceiling as far as where I can go in this company now, and I'm sure there will be no blanket raises when the new owners take over, just the same old same old, and I don't think I can handle it much longer. The option of Korea has been taken away, unless I can get a degree somewhere – anyone want to donate their edumacation to me? So it looks bleak, but it'll get better. I hope! ☺

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Began reading from the quit smoking bible again, and this time I think I'll read to the end like they say I should, keep smoking till they tell me to quit, so I can count myself among the 99% successfully cured. Talk about being in a shitty minority. You are in a group of only 1% of the world's population, and to add the insult to injury – you're condemned to smoke till your lungs are dried up ashen husks. Gonna stay on course this time, the payout is too big at the end to fuck around with the instruction manual.

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I hate blogging about work, but when you're at work, what else is on your mind?
90 minutes with this woman, go out of my way to help her, it's outta my hands by the end of the call, so all I can do is give instruction on what to get done to make it work. Not so much as a fucking "thank you"! The ignorance of these people is blinding! I say "thanks" when someone apologizes for doing me wrong in some way! I know that’s going too far with manners, but there's gotta be a line there somewhere and if you cross it your mother or grandmother starts rolling over in their grave. Ease your ancestor's eternal slumber and say a simple "please" and / or "thank you"; I don't want to have change the blog name to "raising Americans".

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Ever see the movie Canadian Bacon, well there is a line in this movie where Alan Alda (playing the US president) is attempting to inspire American hatred of Canadians so they can justify an invasion of Canada (kind has a familiar ring to it huh?). Well the big propaganda spin doctoring all cumulated in the line "Canadians, They walk among us".
And I see this as the way for us to help out our racist, IQ challenged, armor-piercing,
high velocity, semi automatic loving neighbors from the south of the border.

We can move in next door, most of us are white and most of us speak English, so we wouldn't draw a hint of suspicion from the overly racist US population. Of course we would have to slack off a bit on the job, cut out the beer and the back bacon, learn to watch baseball from start to finish, (not just from the stretch) and put an big show of watching hunting programs on TNN but I think we could pull it off.

We could teach them how to spell, and pronounce words like house properly, and empress upon them the importance of knowing their own home telephone # - what do you do if your car breaks down, you can remember the auto club # for a tow, but the # for calling the wife or husband, or (even scarier) the kids just eludes you? That ain't right.

This guy in the UK has a page dedicate to things he and his girlfriend have argued about. It's pretty funny, check it out at www.mil-millington.com
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My addictions are few, but when I'm stuck in those ruts, there's no room to swim for the stars, and the end creeps ever closer to becoming the next beginning.

Sick as a dog is an over used term, clichéd, but very appropriate for the way I feel now, and for the last coupla days. Ever wonder where "sick as a dog" came from? Well right now, even if I could lick my own balls, (like a dog) I’d be too sick to be bothered (sick as a dog?) Anyway, that's rambling, and my head aches like I was beaten with a pipe, every bone and muscle screeches in near agony with every movement, even my hands and fingers as I type this (What a trooper I am, eh?) out on word pad, being ever conscious of Big Brother's network police. Not that we can't spare the bandwidth at the moment, if it gets any slower here we'll be moving backward, but ya never wanna giv'em the opportunity to legally diminish the payroll by breaking the much publicized “use of the network” rules, now do ya?

I'm too sick to think straight so I must end this. I'll return to blog again.

Well I've neglected this page for far to long, if they gave out blog licenses, they would have taken mine away by now. The network cops seem to have lightened up their seemingly never ending quest to nab bandwidth abusers, it being so slow at work there really isn't much more to do than surf, but i still seem to find other things to do when i've got 45 minutes on my hands. This is a habit (unlike smoking), that once broken, is hard to start on a regular basis again, but as I've probably blogged before, i'll do my damndest(?) to be a little more regular.

Blogging from home now, sitting in the basement, lit only by the glow of the wordpad document opened full screen in front of me, sipping Neocitron, cause I feel a flu coming on quick. Will it be a VTO day tommorow? I don't think so, i think i need money and the highspeed surfing ain't bad at all, got the ol' dialup here, and the connection just ain't what it should be. (but I do that shit for a livin so I know better than to try and fix that issue. What am i gonna send MYSELF for modem drivers?)

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As for the smoking, back on the butts for a bit now, but only in body and mind, I have the soul of a non-smoker, I assure you. Although I know it's my own fault for putting cigarette to lip, and flame to cigarette and inhaling, I really think I could have done this if my quitting partner had lasted. She broke down and started smoking a week before me.

Sure i had a puff here and there, but if i wasn't subjected to opportunity (guilt free opportunity I might add), I'd have never broken down a bought an entire (gasp) package of the skinny white bastards.

It's not my girlfriends fault that I started smoking again, it's mine, but I need someone to blame for all my problems. This is sometimes a something to blame, like the cigarettes for instance, but that will lead back to blaming her for starting again, and lets face it, I was only off them for all of four weeks, almost five. I was still a smoker, and I put myself in a position of submision in a place where I knew i was weak. I am totally to blame. I hang my head in shame.

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My buddy Scott and hid girlfriend Dnet went to Korea to teach english. They left just after Christmas and were making some pretty good money, enjoying themselves in a foriegn culture. I wanted to go and was assured that all the proper arrangements would not be a problem, but I got a lazy lazy ass and filled out the passport paperwork, but didn't even get a photo taken for it as of yet.

But my point is that i could have been there by now, and now Scott, along 350 other english teachers from thailand, phillipines, china, etc, are being deported for improper paperwork. Isn't that shitty!! He spent 2 days in a Korean prison, 2 days in a Canadian (or foriegner) prison and was then put on a plane for Canada, only because they had the money to pay for the flight, some of the other teachers didn't have the cash, and will be in prison for another 14 days. Thats real shitty too.

It all apparently came down to a teacher getting in a fight or arguement at his school and getting transfered to another school, but the first school knew he didn't have the proper documentation and blew the whistle, prompting a crack down and an investigation into the matter. Well, just goes to show how one bad asshole can spoil everyone else's good shit!

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Well there's a heading on the top banner of Tuesday's Cape Breton Post, that reads something like - Glace Bay call center sold to an American company - well it was always owned by an American company. This is not news to anyone, but a sensationalistic headline to grab the eye of people who want to have something to bitch about over bingo when they really don't have much of a clue about anything, let alone the ownership of a "Glace Bay Call Center". Stream's inital head office for all thier corporation was Canton, Mass. U.S.A, No news here CBP!

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I've got so much to bitch about myself but it's been so long since since i blogged last, i must control myself and let it flow out smoothly, else and explosion of bullshit proportions would appear. There would be far too much to ramble on about, so i will try to come back and bitch some more later, and leave you with this:

A young couple got married and in their family it was tradition that the best man dance with the bride for the first song. Well, this happened but then they danced for the second song too. And a third. By the time the fourth song came on, the groom ran up and kicked the bride between the legs.
A riot broke out and all the invited guests were hauled off to jail. In court the next week, the judge asked the best man what happened. "Your Honour, we were just dancing and the groom ran up and kicked the bride between the legs." "That must have hurt!" exclaimed the Judge. "No kidding," said the best man. "He broke three of my goddamn fingers!"

All skinnylickinblogged out for now

90% of the yanks i talk to seem to be unable to tell the difference between IE6SETUP.EXE and IE_S6.cab or .zip, i say "double click on IE6SETUP.exe" they say "do you mean IE_s6?? duh duh huh?" And it burns, it burns so bad. I want to hollar "DID I SAY IE_S6?? YOU BLITHERING KNOB." But i never do, and i believe thats why it burns so badly. I need to hang up on someone, i do it at home all the time, I have a call centersupport friend that i can call, they say something stupid to me, and i get to hollar at them and hang up! It's all the outlet I need.

Lately it's been the most incredible farts I've ever had (frequency and wavelength) and i think it's cause of the no smoking, between the coughing fits and the fartin, coming outta both ends, it's been keeping me busy, but not just me, I know plenty of people who are stinking it up a lot lately, and they now who they are, non stop farts - like 30 seconds long - and stinkin like "freshly opened grave site in spring". What is with that? Is it just the winter air? Well don't breath in too deep unless you know who's standin beside ya. (it could have been me.)

So thats what they meant by that,.......ok, I see it now! Ya you are totally right! lol

Still off the butts as of this writing, the applause is deafening. thank you. So many people say they want to quit, but don't have the time to put out the effort, but i find it's not bad at all, was in the van at lunchtime and Brad had what seemed like a 100 smokes between the burger hut and coffee shop, but it didn't really bother me, and that surprised me, its one thing to be in the bar, and there be a seperate room for smoking, but when it's no more then 2 feet out of my grasp when sitting in the van and still nothing, thats an acomplishmint. That was friday, tried a puff while out at the bar and it was BAD. Not really bad. But bad enough not to make me want more of that vile, soul sucking filth.....Don't ya just hate the x-smokers, all holier than thou and shit, well I vow to never become one of those. If I do, someone please, hit me with an ashtray.

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I think once you reach a certain age you should be dried out in a great big flash dehydrator and then used as a cheap source of food for third world countries. At the very least you should have your car and computer taken away. Stick to the TV, move on only after you'ved mastered the therory of "remote control" and can set the clock on the VCR. Or better yet read a book!, stick with the technology your
generation invented. I loved the movie "Logan's Run", but they should make it 60 instead of 30.
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I have tried using MS Word to blog, but it puts these characters in the mix which get blogged up as wierd characters on the blogger. Shame
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Shoelaces! thats something we never really think about but so much depends on those laces being there and working correctly when you need them, I recently noticed one of my laces are borderline and and may have to be retired as a preventitive measure. It's seen better days for sure, hopefully we won't be putting any undue strain on it and we will be able to keep on tying tight shoes at least til replacements can be purchased. There is the real problem though. Who remembers to "buy" shoelaces? I was at the mall last saturday and had the shoes with the very same problem lace on, and still could not remember to purchase a replacement lace. That is how little onus we actually put on such a large and intragel part of our daily lives. So the next time you bend down to tie your shoes lets take a few extra seconds to acknowledge theseunderapprieciated shoe tightners, examine them for defects and anomalies which might lead to breakage and embarassing loss of shoe. If you have a bit more time, learn how to make your shoe knots just a little more effective.
Shoelaces's are our friends!

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What started out as a beloved daily expression of love, eagerly anticipated, has, over the months, become a chore, a loveable chore, but yet an uphill battle, and little by little it slipped away and over time became a weekly attempt to rekindle that affection which was first felt so long ago, and once again it is becoming something which I feel I must do, and I genuinely want to do, but sometimes lack the drive and, I
must admit, I have failed personally on a committment I made long ago to blog on a daily basis. I feel so bad about it too. DAMN THE NETWORK MONITORS!!!! We never really had a chance, did we! Well, I'm still going to try and do this daily but it's just not going to be as daily as the word daily would imply. But as daily as I can make it.

A brand new year, been off the smokes since 1am saturday morning, and it aint that hard. I quit earlier then is generally recommended to get the girly girl off my back about her quiting while I suck harder on the teet of smokey joy, getting as much of the wonderful drug of life as I could manage between the pains in my throat, my lungs, upper back and my sinuses and the headaches and coughing fits. Really, there wasn't much time for actually smoking, just complaining about smoking, and all the aches and pains associated with smoking. The web site in my previous entry is really helping to stay off them. I no longer wake up and reach for a smoke and then spend the day in that foggy haze, blind to the fact that there's is a whole world of smoke free living out there, covered in fudge and peanuts and one great big spoon in the glass to stir it up, oh baby, stir it up, into a sweet sweet covering for when you need to get it done on time and there's nowhere else to turn, that right. And now I'm gonna get some too!! Wooohooo Stamp that one and we'll see how long it lasts. Me?? I think it's for a good cause, so I'll just give and give and give. Then they always turn around on ya and just, and just bite you on the arse when you need it the most, leaving you hanging there, after walking the whole length of the room only to hear, "no I will take the ugly chair, you shall stand!" and at that point there's absolutly nothing to do but keel over laughing and coughing up brownshit cause you quit smoking only a few days ago and still smell it from the clothes of you co-workers, who seem to think "I'll get everybody down there to blow it on me before I go back upstairs and sit next to skinnyXsmoker!" I know that's not the case but they smell so sweet walking by that I have to squeeze out a big draft blaster fart to bring me back to the cushions of home and hearth, shooting darts and eating pepper fried steak by the bun. Man, I almost forgot about the last time I felt this good, I was like twelve and there was so much going on, it seemed like the last innocent summer, but it wasn't, I never got laid til years later. Still got alot of shine to polish this winter up to a blinding mirror-like reflection and this time I'm pretty sure I won't be forgettin the way it used to be, brown fingers and teeth, and stinking like an old man at the bus stop outside the nursing home after being kicked out of the smoking room because visiting hours are over. So here's props to girly girl for demanding an early release from the butts for me. "Your loves got me skinny so skinny right now, got me skinny so skinny right now!" It's gonna be an uphill battle but I'm up for the challenge.Even the stress of dealing with these people who can't spell their own names, dosent make me want to smoke, I sort of get this run on sentence thing going in my mind and i don't know where to put the commas and periods, where one thought stpos and another starts they just seem to blur into one incoherent mess of tuna and strawberry jellyfish sandwiches all rolled into one miss mash of what the hell are ya talking about anyway and i can't tell you that, you have to figure it out for yourself! "Please oh please Lord Nicoteen, don't forsake me, snuggle me in your smokey arms again, never againwill I turn from the dark side, take me back into the fold, and love me love me love me...." No that won't be me, no way, no friggen way. I hate bloggin on notepad, all the friggin formatting is off see .....Get your friggin hands off my crackers!!