Friday, July 25, 2008

But.... things were going so well.....

I woke up early today. I had plenty of time to get ready, at a leisurely pace. I felt good, not nauseas or headachey. It was a good morning.

I didn't run into one bit of horrible traffic (although the lady in front of me went a little slow, so I had to enjoy my drive to work longer), jamming away to the newest Disturbed album.

It was an abnormally good morning......

........ Until I got to work, and found out poor Steve O. twisted his ankle last night and is laid up at home.

I don't really care about the customer bullshit I'll have to deal with, with Steve out today. Nor am I concerned with whatever I may have to do later to help him out. I just feel bad for him that he's all broken and stuff right now.

Sympathy: the other white meat.

So, to all my imaginary readers, please keep Steve O.'s ankle in your thoughts, prayers, ritual chants, and sacrifices to Odin.....

...... And somebody get the man a beer for fuck's sake!!!!!!

- Kenny G.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

No No No!!!!, you've failed me.....

Word of the Day Archive -Thursday July 24, 2008

melange \may-LAHNZH\, noun:A mixture; a medley.

"The smell in the car . . . was a pungent, sour melange of garlic, unwashed bodies, vodka, musty woolen overcoats, and Bulgarian tobacco.-- Fen Montaigne, Reeling in Russia"


"Melange is the name of the fictional drug (also known as [the] spice) central to the Dune series of science fiction novels by Frank Herbert, and derivative works.- Wikipedia ("

Fact checking people!!!!

- Kenny G.

Why didn't I get that memo...???

There's a 7 AM now??? WTF??? Why was I not consulted on this???

I know, a lot of people are up that time of day... but I normally get to sleep till 8, 8:15, roll out of bed, and barely make it to work on time...

I DO NOT ever set my alarm for 5:15, to be at a BNI meeting at 7. I am not a morning person.... That is not "my bag"......

Nor is giving an impromptu presentation to a bunch of strangers my particular cup-o-tea.....

I had to do both today....

I know, whine whine whine.....

Where's my cheese??

- Kenny G.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Then again......

I got this email a while back.... kept it, read it again today..... puts things in perspective...

Subject: Fw: Motivational Thought for the Day

This little animal is called the Naked Mole-Rat and is from Africa.

So if you are having a bad day and feeling sorry for yourself, remember:

You could look like a dick with buck teeth.

- Kenny G.

Me and my big mouth....... I really hate the taste of shoe leather...

Damn it.

I wrote the last post........ and now...... we get to handle these extra customers for an extra week...... FUCK JET LAG!!!

Damn it.

Just when I think I've hit the peak of my frustration, a whole new level becomes available, and my sanity is tested evn more. Good thing I don't have much of it left, or the damage might be significant....

Damn it.

I now understand why so many people drink at work when the boss isn't looking...... I need one of those beer-can helmets..... and maybe a giant foam middle finger......


......Damn it.

- Ken

Monday, July 21, 2008

Y'know, maybe the Amish life isn't so bad....

I can't fucking wait to get rid of our affiliate's work phone...... The damned vacation is OVER!!!!

I swear, this does not help my OCD/ADD

Now, I get to send my only technician downtown for a bullshit service call.... and that's not even our affiliate's territory!!!!!!

And, of course, I'm getting shit for having to schedule my tech to go out there. Which flavor of shit is pretty trivial. I either get him pissed at me for scheduling it, I get the customer pissed for trying to delay it, or I get my boss/our affiliate pissed if I blow it off. Any way you slice it, I get shit.

And it's not that none of these people don't have valid reasons to be irritated. It's just that I get the ass-burning for it, and the shit isn't even remotely my fault. If we had some sort of regulatory system to make this all a bit more streamline, it wouldn't be an issue..... No, wait,...... I AM THE FUCKING REGULATORY SYSTEM!!!!! (Damn, at $9/hour, what a fucking steal..)

It's days like this, with all the other God-forsaken bullshit in my life, that makes me want to just fucking run away. Skip town, head to Amish country, and say "Fuck You, Bullshit!!! I'd rather try to rock the black suit and funky beard!!!!"

But, I can't. I have too much that I am accountable for. I can't run away. I'm just stuck in the mire, and I'm down-wind of a herd of rhinos in all directions.

Maybe, I just need a hobby. Something to distract me fro... Look! A cloud!!!!

- Kenny G.