Some Kind of Freaking Record...

So yeah...

Latest post: December 2012. One before that: December 2011. I would attribute it to involuntary hibernation, but I'm pretty sure I've done stuff I wanted to talk about since then, for the love of Pete.

I was checking this place out today when Robert (pronounced "row-BEAR!") wandered into my office and said he needed a head shot for something. So of course, I showed him my EJO picks and told him to use those. Apparently those just aren't good enough or something. I think I've never looked better before or since. Well, obviously since.

So yeah, in the 6 years or whatever that I haven't been here a lot has been going on. I'll get to a lot of it in other posts, and some I'll want to write about but will never get to, so shut up. Up yours.

Biggest thing, I guess, well, the most recent thing anyway, is I no longer work in the warehouse where I work. Now I'm in the office. Just to get things straight, I liked my job, just could not fucking stand the tards I worked with. Even when I was back there I knew we were dysfunctional and kind of a joke - leadership does not exist in that dojo. Nor does pride or any kind of work ethic. But I thought that nobody in the office really knew or even cared, so long as we got their stuff out the door. But no. They know. And care. The warehouse is a huge freaking joke in the office. Like, even more than it was for the one or two of us who actually gave a crap out there. But that's all I'll say about that. For now...

Being out of the warehouse and in the office does have it's downsides though. For instance, I have my door open and out of nowhere (i.e.: the hallway) a freaking fly flew in here. He's just all buzzing around like a dick, getting in my face and landing on stuff long enough for me to see him but not long enough for me to reach over and smash his face into oblivion. Flys can be dicks. Most bugs, actually. Dick bugs. I hates 'em.

So yeah... working with dicks who don't give a poop, or a fly. There's downsides to everything.