When my work opened our India office, we had our original crew of 10 or so workers. Some of those guys are still around over 1 year later, others have obviously moved on to bigger and better things.
One of the ones who has moved on sent me an email today.
I answer the question because I'm just that damn good... but someone who I haven't worked with for 6 months or more randomly emails me because nobody else can answer his question.
Seriously, that's r.e.s.p.e.c.t. with a capital 'P'
One of the ones who has moved on sent me an email today.
Subject: HELP!!
I have a Question ...which nobody can answer. Just thought of you.
I answer the question because I'm just that damn good... but someone who I haven't worked with for 6 months or more randomly emails me because nobody else can answer his question.
Seriously, that's r.e.s.p.e.c.t. with a capital 'P'
...playing hockey of course.
The score of the game was 6 - 2.
Sadly again, my team was on the losing end of the score, but funny enough it was myself and my friend Rob (making a special guest appearance) who scored the only 2 goals for our team.
Mine was obviously better than his, cuz I scored mine while I was on my way behind the net. I had passed the puck in front of the goalie and it bounced off a few players and right back to me. I had my body behind the line, but reached in front with my stick and 'tucked er in'. There wasn't much room, but I got it!!
Amazing what changing the blade on your stick can do. Why have a shooting blade on your stick when you are a play-maker/passer of the puck? It just didn't make sense. Obviously it paid off... strangely by me shooting and scoring a goal.
The score of the game was 6 - 2.
Sadly again, my team was on the losing end of the score, but funny enough it was myself and my friend Rob (making a special guest appearance) who scored the only 2 goals for our team.
Mine was obviously better than his, cuz I scored mine while I was on my way behind the net. I had passed the puck in front of the goalie and it bounced off a few players and right back to me. I had my body behind the line, but reached in front with my stick and 'tucked er in'. There wasn't much room, but I got it!!
Amazing what changing the blade on your stick can do. Why have a shooting blade on your stick when you are a play-maker/passer of the puck? It just didn't make sense. Obviously it paid off... strangely by me shooting and scoring a goal.
This pool is really starting to piss me off. When my parents left, it was crystal clear and ready for babes in bikinis. The only problem was that the weather wasn't accommodating... and I'd also need to know babes in bikinis.
Well the babes in bikinis part has been taken care of, but this damn pool is still green.
I've backwashed and super-chlorinated (shocked) the shit out of it on 3 occasions and no success. It was so shocked the German's could have used my pool rather than burning the bodies of the Jews. The chlorine would have eaten right through them.
Two weeks in, the only thing I have to show for my efforts are a perfectly clean TOP of the pool and perfect Chlorine and PH levels. I had to put the auto-vac in it cuz it's so green I can't see the bottom to clean the damn thing.
The only thing left is to get me a few huge jugs of algaecide and pray that does the trick.
I blame the shitty ass acid rain that we have now cuz it went green right after it rained.
addendum
The pool is ALMOST ready for babes in bikinis. The last bit left is to shut the pump off to let all the 'pool dust' in the water settle to the bottom then put the fucker on drain and vacuum that crap right out to bypass any filtration.
Once that's done, it's open for service. Hell, even if nobody visits, it's been an excellent distraction and a good reason to spend time outside with my dog.
Well the babes in bikinis part has been taken care of, but this damn pool is still green.
I've backwashed and super-chlorinated (shocked) the shit out of it on 3 occasions and no success. It was so shocked the German's could have used my pool rather than burning the bodies of the Jews. The chlorine would have eaten right through them.
Two weeks in, the only thing I have to show for my efforts are a perfectly clean TOP of the pool and perfect Chlorine and PH levels. I had to put the auto-vac in it cuz it's so green I can't see the bottom to clean the damn thing.
The only thing left is to get me a few huge jugs of algaecide and pray that does the trick.
I blame the shitty ass acid rain that we have now cuz it went green right after it rained.
addendum
The pool is ALMOST ready for babes in bikinis. The last bit left is to shut the pump off to let all the 'pool dust' in the water settle to the bottom then put the fucker on drain and vacuum that crap right out to bypass any filtration.
Once that's done, it's open for service. Hell, even if nobody visits, it's been an excellent distraction and a good reason to spend time outside with my dog.
While Steve "The Fat Balding Pork Chop" and I are in Burrito Boyz waiting in line to order, some drunken 30+ lady leans her head up against my back. Astonished by the softness of my shirt, she continues to rub her face against my back, along with her hand.
She queries where I get my material, to which I reply, "I'm all Old Navy".
Then she asks, "What kind of fabric softener do you use... or does your mother do your laundry?". I just smile back and say, "What gave it away? And I believe it's called no-name purchased in bulk from Costco".
Eventually she stops caressing my hard body and goes about ordering her food and Fat Steve and I go on our merry way.
She queries where I get my material, to which I reply, "I'm all Old Navy".
Then she asks, "What kind of fabric softener do you use... or does your mother do your laundry?". I just smile back and say, "What gave it away? And I believe it's called no-name purchased in bulk from Costco".
Eventually she stops caressing my hard body and goes about ordering her food and Fat Steve and I go on our merry way.
Bambi almost became ground meat for someone's BBQ.
Growing up in the country you get use to not having street lights, so the only thing you ever really have to worry about are the wild animals coming out on the road while you're driving.
On my way home tonight, a fawn decided, in the infinite stupidity of deer, to cross the road just as I'm approaching. Lucky I was paying attention or that thing would have made quite a dent in the car.
Believe me, I wouldn't have gotten out of the car to help it, no matter how much it was twitching or how innocent it looked. Not when the coyotes are waiting in the shadows to claim the prize.
Imagine that, my car at the dealer getting fixed and my mom's car smashing into a deer. That would have been quite the shit situation had it transpired.
Growing up in the country you get use to not having street lights, so the only thing you ever really have to worry about are the wild animals coming out on the road while you're driving.
On my way home tonight, a fawn decided, in the infinite stupidity of deer, to cross the road just as I'm approaching. Lucky I was paying attention or that thing would have made quite a dent in the car.
Believe me, I wouldn't have gotten out of the car to help it, no matter how much it was twitching or how innocent it looked. Not when the coyotes are waiting in the shadows to claim the prize.
Imagine that, my car at the dealer getting fixed and my mom's car smashing into a deer. That would have been quite the shit situation had it transpired.
Sometimes I hope someone could grant all my wishes.Have I become even more boring than I was, or have the options available to me become tiresome?
Like fucking Gwen Stefani or shooting up with Sid Vicious
All the friends that I regularly interact with are either married, completely whipped, or on their way to being whipped.
There is the daily nagging about gleaming, but beyond that, is there really anything to do? Is that possibly why I keep turning down the offer to gleam and prefer to spend the time alone? Which, for all people who know me well, is completely contradictory to who I am. I'm the person who hates doing things alone so much that I've even taken a friend to get gas for my car, when the gas station is no more than 5 min away. (The friend lives on the way)
I can't explain this funk. I originally started the summer season with hockey on Wed, baseball on Fri, and have added a second baseball team on Sun, but still I'm bored. I even had a scary thought go through my head at one point... that I actually NEEDED to get a girlfriend. That one freaked me out. I felt old. As if some biological clock was telling me something. I am regularly fending off this thought because I'm not going to make yet another wrong decision.
We be lookin' for some hookers that'll make the grade.I'll never tire of flirting, but it's not gonna go any further until the games stop. Until then, athletics and working out are going to be my new girlfriend. Sure they don't know how to cook or make me smile at the right times, but neither did any of the others.
what's up with that?
After an 11am or 11:30am wakeup call from a drunken Darksyde and a confirmation from him that he would come to Republik at 11pm... when he didn't answer his phone, my immediate thought was 'he's dead in a ditch somewhere'.
But apparently he survived, and I'm sure was too passed out to hear Grimm buzzing at his door to wake his ass up so we could drive him to Republik.
But apparently he survived, and I'm sure was too passed out to hear Grimm buzzing at his door to wake his ass up so we could drive him to Republik.