Next time I'll call some kids to jack that car!
Janet Jackson to Attend Super Bowl Event.
That's all well and good, but what about all the U.S. children still traumatized one year later after seeing her partially exposed breast on tv?
"By the time CBS cut to an aerial view of the stadium, the damage was done," said Wasserbaum, who has also worked extensively with orphaned and amputee children in Third World war zones. "I've found that children can be amazingly resilient, but this event was too much for many of them to take. The horrible image of that breast is likely to haunt them for the rest of their lives."
I am, of course, only kidding. We need more breasts on tv. Along with more of whatever it's currently fashionable to cover up.
I remember living in Summerland one winter and my brother came by to visit. We were going to watch Star Wars or Army of Darkness, but the vcr at the house wasn't working, so we went over to my roommate's parent's place and tried there. That didn't work very well either, but we did manage to catch a bit of an odd drama while flipping channels.
We came across a couple of men slightly on the thin side with good hair arguing face to face. The line that arrested our attention:
"And what do I get for my trouble? A pain in the ass and a shit-stained duvet!"
Now that's quality television. :)
You know it's said that you take on characteristics of the person you're with? How about when you're merely thinking of them but they're not around?
I ask, because the other day before work I bought a milk-based drink to give me some energy since I'd skipped eating, and as I went to pick it up off of the counter, I managed to knock it down on the floor where it promptly exploded and polished my shoes with sticky drink. And my pants, up to the knees too.
The person I'm thinking of used to have about a one in three chance of making it through a door without banging on the side. Although in an email today, I've been assured that their dexterity has improved. We'll see. :P
As I was coming home from work yesterday, I saw a sight that rather pissed me off - an obviously pregnant late-term woman smoking and drinking a triple shot something or other from Starbucks.
Simply. Not. Cool.
Today at the end of my shift I managed to piss off the receptionist at my site. Not difficult to do, by all accounts. This is the one that's crazy about the music that plays, and was all upset that someone sat in her chair once.
She normally doesn't quite make it to work on time. But when she's running even further behind, she parks in the fire lane out front.
I've only seen it happen twice myself, but I've been told it happens all the time. The first time I saw it happen, I didn't even know it was her car. She came out and moved it when she saw me writing down the license plate.
Anyway, lots of people stop there to drop somebody off, or if they're picking something up, so I let it slide in the interests of quick convenience.
As she came in just as I was going off shift, I noted the time in my notebook and went off to drop off my paperwork and change.
Fifteen minutes later it was still parked there. The firelane isn't in a parking lot, it's in the driveway which is two vehicle widths wide. She didn't even pull as far forward as possible, so everybody has to go around her.
So I headed over to reception and waited for her to get off the phone. When she looked up and said "Yes?" I told her "I don't mean to be a pain, but you've got to move your car."
She immediately went on the defensive. She said people do it all the time and there's nothing wrong with being there for five minutes, that she forgot her pass for the parking garage, that there's nobody to cover reception.
I replied that it was illegal and my duty to deal with it (true). That I'd prefer that she moved it so that I didn't have to call it in.
She told me I don't have to call anything in, that none of the other security guys ever felt the need to call it in, that people park there all the time when I'm not around, blah blah blah.
Again, I asked her to move it. I mentioned that I'm not responsible for what other security people do or don't do, nor am I responsible for what people do when I'm not around.
"Do what you have to do." she says, throwing down the gauntlet.
So I did.
I went out and wrote her up, then fired up my phone and walked off.
Of course, it's entirely possible that she's somehow managed to reach the age of fifty and never learned that a yellow curb that has NO PARKING written on it next to the hookups for firetrucks isn't an appropriate place to park your car. There's plenty of perfectly good road to park on not five meters away.
So I didn't call it in. This time.
I see my S/S tonight, and I'm sure I'll get chewed out for whatever slant she's put on the story, but that's okay. If a bunch of people were hurt when the elevator failed and emergency vehicles had to respond, and found the access to the front door blocked, would her reason of "lots of people do it, and I was running late" hold water? I don't think so.
Bah!
To counteract all of this boring negativity, enjoy this clip of a soccer-playing elephant.
I'm sleepy. I'm going in for a nap. And hopefully I won't end up having a dream like Nihilistic Alchemist did. =8O
UPDATE 1440 2005-01-28:
Well, the receptionist didn't blab to my S/S or anybody else that I've been able to find that I'm a terrible person who browbeat her unmercifully. Although she did stay late and attempt to charm the hates-everything Romanian. He was baffled until I supplied her likely motive, but since he's predisposed to dislike her (he's always called her "Hag" when he mentions her), no problems there for me.
When my S/S came to relieve me at 0800 this morning, it smelled as though he'd really managed to tie one on. Who the hell needs to drink enough first thing in the morning that my eyes watered when I was nearby? And just before work too? Gah. :P
Anyway, I'm off for part two of my shift today. I doubt there'll be anything to blog about, but I'll just make up some random rants if so. ;)
Also, I got a fantastic picture sent to me today. If I didn't have all the emotional depth of a molecule, I'd gush about it here. If I thicken up, I may still. :P
That's all well and good, but what about all the U.S. children still traumatized one year later after seeing her partially exposed breast on tv?
"By the time CBS cut to an aerial view of the stadium, the damage was done," said Wasserbaum, who has also worked extensively with orphaned and amputee children in Third World war zones. "I've found that children can be amazingly resilient, but this event was too much for many of them to take. The horrible image of that breast is likely to haunt them for the rest of their lives."
I am, of course, only kidding. We need more breasts on tv. Along with more of whatever it's currently fashionable to cover up.
I remember living in Summerland one winter and my brother came by to visit. We were going to watch Star Wars or Army of Darkness, but the vcr at the house wasn't working, so we went over to my roommate's parent's place and tried there. That didn't work very well either, but we did manage to catch a bit of an odd drama while flipping channels.
We came across a couple of men slightly on the thin side with good hair arguing face to face. The line that arrested our attention:
"And what do I get for my trouble? A pain in the ass and a shit-stained duvet!"
Now that's quality television. :)
You know it's said that you take on characteristics of the person you're with? How about when you're merely thinking of them but they're not around?
I ask, because the other day before work I bought a milk-based drink to give me some energy since I'd skipped eating, and as I went to pick it up off of the counter, I managed to knock it down on the floor where it promptly exploded and polished my shoes with sticky drink. And my pants, up to the knees too.
The person I'm thinking of used to have about a one in three chance of making it through a door without banging on the side. Although in an email today, I've been assured that their dexterity has improved. We'll see. :P
As I was coming home from work yesterday, I saw a sight that rather pissed me off - an obviously pregnant late-term woman smoking and drinking a triple shot something or other from Starbucks.
Simply. Not. Cool.
Today at the end of my shift I managed to piss off the receptionist at my site. Not difficult to do, by all accounts. This is the one that's crazy about the music that plays, and was all upset that someone sat in her chair once.
She normally doesn't quite make it to work on time. But when she's running even further behind, she parks in the fire lane out front.
I've only seen it happen twice myself, but I've been told it happens all the time. The first time I saw it happen, I didn't even know it was her car. She came out and moved it when she saw me writing down the license plate.
Anyway, lots of people stop there to drop somebody off, or if they're picking something up, so I let it slide in the interests of quick convenience.
As she came in just as I was going off shift, I noted the time in my notebook and went off to drop off my paperwork and change.
Fifteen minutes later it was still parked there. The firelane isn't in a parking lot, it's in the driveway which is two vehicle widths wide. She didn't even pull as far forward as possible, so everybody has to go around her.
So I headed over to reception and waited for her to get off the phone. When she looked up and said "Yes?" I told her "I don't mean to be a pain, but you've got to move your car."
She immediately went on the defensive. She said people do it all the time and there's nothing wrong with being there for five minutes, that she forgot her pass for the parking garage, that there's nobody to cover reception.
I replied that it was illegal and my duty to deal with it (true). That I'd prefer that she moved it so that I didn't have to call it in.
She told me I don't have to call anything in, that none of the other security guys ever felt the need to call it in, that people park there all the time when I'm not around, blah blah blah.
Again, I asked her to move it. I mentioned that I'm not responsible for what other security people do or don't do, nor am I responsible for what people do when I'm not around.
"Do what you have to do." she says, throwing down the gauntlet.
So I did.
I went out and wrote her up, then fired up my phone and walked off.
Of course, it's entirely possible that she's somehow managed to reach the age of fifty and never learned that a yellow curb that has NO PARKING written on it next to the hookups for firetrucks isn't an appropriate place to park your car. There's plenty of perfectly good road to park on not five meters away.
So I didn't call it in. This time.
I see my S/S tonight, and I'm sure I'll get chewed out for whatever slant she's put on the story, but that's okay. If a bunch of people were hurt when the elevator failed and emergency vehicles had to respond, and found the access to the front door blocked, would her reason of "lots of people do it, and I was running late" hold water? I don't think so.
Bah!
To counteract all of this boring negativity, enjoy this clip of a soccer-playing elephant.
I'm sleepy. I'm going in for a nap. And hopefully I won't end up having a dream like Nihilistic Alchemist did. =8O
UPDATE 1440 2005-01-28:
Well, the receptionist didn't blab to my S/S or anybody else that I've been able to find that I'm a terrible person who browbeat her unmercifully. Although she did stay late and attempt to charm the hates-everything Romanian. He was baffled until I supplied her likely motive, but since he's predisposed to dislike her (he's always called her "Hag" when he mentions her), no problems there for me.
When my S/S came to relieve me at 0800 this morning, it smelled as though he'd really managed to tie one on. Who the hell needs to drink enough first thing in the morning that my eyes watered when I was nearby? And just before work too? Gah. :P
Anyway, I'm off for part two of my shift today. I doubt there'll be anything to blog about, but I'll just make up some random rants if so. ;)
Also, I got a fantastic picture sent to me today. If I didn't have all the emotional depth of a molecule, I'd gush about it here. If I thicken up, I may still. :P
posted by Rimmy at 18:09
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Next time she parks her car in the fire lane, make an anonymous call to the fire department. She may feel differently about parking there in the future when she sees a nine ton ladder truck pushing her tin runabout out of the fire lane.
-Uber Smelter
I have no tolerance for that myself. Maybe her life isn't worth much, but I tend to value mine, and in case of emergency, I want it saved!
Unfortunately, it's even worse to call in a false alarm, Uber Smelter. Next time she gets to try to convince the tow truck that it's "not a big deal".
And Jay, I agree.
I should add that this is the woman who decided to start sharing, because some guy she loves on tv says it's a good thing. So a courier came to the counter one time, and she said "Would you like a Smartie?" to him. He cupped both of his hands, and she had to pour them out.
What you might not have noticed was the A Smartie part. She literally meant she wanted to give a single one.
After he left, she told her workmate "Maybe I don't want to share after all."
Weirdo.
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