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Saturday, June 24, 2017

The best time...

To schedule something outdoors, in my humble opinion...is October. It's not too hot, it's not too cold. I try to take off of work, pretty much that entire month. But we are having a family reunion tomorrow, a few days after the start of Summer.

It will be cool, but the old man wanted me to go with him to make sure the area was clean & get ready for Sunday. I tried to tell him, it will be packed with people & you will not be able to "make sure" your pavilion is ready. It's a Saturday, at a lake development... Well, I drove his ass out there, after he told me they were kind of giving him crap, saying they had no record he reserved the area (two months prior). They magically found his request & assured us it was fine. Of course, the pavilion was being used & the pool & lake were blasted with folks. So we couldn't clean the area up.

This means I will have to get there early tomorrow, to run off any assholes who think they are going to squat on a reserved day. They like to lay clothes out on the tables, making someone think someone is already there. Well, watch me toss their shit in the trash can. Pop was like, if that happens, we will just lay it to the side. Really? Hide & watch what I do with their shit.

 You make reservations, & pay for the privilege...If you're not invited & are pricks about it...It's an easy way for a nice guy to vent all the frustrations he has endured during the past week is all I can say. They had a couple of girls working security at the gate. (looked like they were twelve) lets put it this way, I would be going to jail if I was to ask one of them to go out on a date.

I'll make sure we have a good time, no matter who I piss off. The best thing about getting older is, you find yourself not taking any shit off of anybody. Pop goes a cold one.....


Friday, June 23, 2017

If your purpose is....

Malevolent in viewing this blog, then the picture applies to you.

Character assassination is certainly easier when the subject is of low moral fulfillment (which I of course am not) I volunteer quite a lot of my time in helping complete strangers in endeavors that enrich me, not monetarily, but spiritually.

I am faithful in the professional performance of my employment & exceed the mission statement every single day. In other words, I go beyond the expectations that are placed on me & do so in a leadership capacity that entices others to follow suit.

I have earned the respect of my colleagues, by my actions in situations that others fail to address because it is simply more convenient to do so. Let me be quite frank....

I find it offensive for someone to question my ability, loyalty, compassion & competence in anything that I am tasked to do. That being said, I am grateful that a certain individual has taken it upon himself to represent me in standing up to defend my reputation, when others call it into question. That says a lot about his moral compass.

Now, I'm sure by now, if you have read this far, you realize that this post is targeted towards a certain individual & it is. The inquisition happened long ago, but witch hunts still continue to this day. (she turned me into a newt....but I got better)



Even a worm will turn.

Lighten up Francis, God has my back.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Friends and enemies...

I was having a pretty productive night last night. Going out of my way to address problems, pretty much like I always do...When someone brought something to my attention that was kind of disturbing.

I finished off the evening & headed home, with some knowledge tucked inside my head, that was causing me to ponder some things.

I stopped at Wally World, but they were closed, due to the computers being out & they were installing some back up power distribution (at least that is what I was told) So...I stopped at Caseys instead, to pick up some cold ones. I had every intention of just going home & crashing, but after I was handed this piece of intel, I decided that I was going to enjoy some cold ones & try to purge the petty drama from my mind.

Then, I ran into a brother from another Mother. I haven't seen him in a long time (probably since his Dad's funeral) & we hugged & talked a bit. He didn't know it, but seeing a friend & having some interaction, made my night.

You see, there are friends & there are people you think are friends. I have always been a dumb ass naive individual when it comes to evaluating the difference between the two. But God eventually plunks me in the head & opens my eyes so I can see things as they truly are. There are people who wish you harm.



Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Give me a break.

With all the shit one has to deal with in life. The death of a loved one comes to mind, or simply, how do we pay this bill when we only have this much coming in....

I take offense to the idiots who are trying to cram down my throat, that I have to actually give a shit about something that goes against my beliefs. News flash.... I don't really give a dead rats ass what you want to do, or what you believe, as long as you don't try to tell me that I have to as well. Because, if I don't like it, you are certainly going to piss me off if you think you are going to make me like it.

Now, that may encompass quite a few things. Doesn't matter. You don't see me wading into a rally with a bike chain, swinging on folks who disagree with me. But I will share this much.... When someone invades my personal space & threatens me with violence, simply because I happen to be standing there & have a different opinion that doesn't condone theirs? Well, believe this, people who cannot have a conversation of intelligent discourse, usually revert to violent acts.

And when it comes to this catfish? If you start it, I will certainly finish it. And this is where I believe the Country is at. People are fed up with others, telling them they have to do this or believe that. They simply have no right to dictate what my moral compass is tuned into. So.... Go get naked & have sex with the planet, but if you are in my yard, I'm probably going to fuck you up & call the cops when I'm done.


I could care less about the whacked Bruce Jenner. "It" will never interact personally with me in any way, so I could care less what "it" has to say. Pretty simple actually. You cannot control what fucked up people do or think, but you have the right to tell them to get the Hell away from you.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Sundays...

Are days that I get dealt calls from other employees, who either tear shit up or because they just are not doing their job.

Linen chute backed all the way up to the 5th floor, which doesn't included the two floors below. Wouldn't happen if the person who was suppose to be emptying the bins, actually did their job. Instead, right before the end of the shift...They come whining to me to get them out. As others are tossing more down. If it isn't linen, it's trash. Makes no difference, on Sunday, I'm always busy dealing with that kinds of crap.

I could go into details about some other stuff that made my Father's Day a work fest, but lets be real. If I didn't love it, I wouldn't allow it to include me. So perhaps there is a glitch in my psychological make up. Something to ponder.

I stopped & visited with the folks before I traveled into crackhead land. Pop was like...call in & take off, we will drink some cold ones. It's Father's Day. Yeah, I could have done that, but I'm just not that kind of person. (I wonder if I was switched at birth in the hospital)


Yeah, this is on my phone & goes off telling me when it's time to clock on. Like I need a reminder.
Hope you had a nice Father's Day. Me...I made a lot of people happy & that's what life is all about. Pop goes a cold one.....





Sunday, June 18, 2017

Happy Father's day

I have to work & it is raining it's ass off right now. I'm going to try to leave early & visit Pop before sliding into glorious crackhead land.

Good sleeping weather, so I might just take advantage of it.

I was pretty busy last night. Lets hope today is dead.

Later.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Just blink...

And ten years of your life is gone. Ever feel like Rip van Winkle? You wake up & suddenly your entire life is gone?

Of course it doesn't work that way, but sometimes it sure feels like it. Remember when you were a kid in school & the day drug on forever? Or waiting until Christmas morning, so you could open presents. That list goes on...Waiting until you were old enough to drive, vote or drink legally.

These days, weeks & months fly by. I'm just saying.

I try to squeeze as much awake time in to so many endeavors. But eventually, sleep catches up with me, or the lack of it anyway. Homie tired I guess.

I make stupid decisions & observations when I'm deprived of horizontal time. Last night I drove home & only realized when I got out that I probably should have gotten gas at some point between leaving work & arriving. I made it though. I remember having a piece of shit car that the gas gauge didn't work on & you had to guess how much you had. That was when I was young & stupid. After running out of gas in the middle of nowhere a few times, I decided that even though I had never done it before, I was going to fix it. And I did.

Necessity can be a great motivating factor. It's motivating me right now to go crash.

later.