So, we all know about a technician (I'll call him dumbass) at work here that is a little off balance, goth, skinny, greased back hair, (double this vision and you have our tech). He is the one who says he's doing OK when he is ten of thousands of dollars in debt and can't seem to scrap together two quarters for his daily Mountain Dew or pack of cigarettes, but he and his wife want to have kids yesterday, can't afford birth control and believes a baby would be much less expensive. And views himself as successful because he compares himself to his brother who has no desire to work, wife works part-time with two kids and all are on ACCESS... And so are the days of our white trash tech!!

Yesterday, dumbass got to attend a baseball game (for free, in a suite owned by one of the richest people in the US). Our runner (I'll call him G) here is a close friend to the family. This dumbass decides he is going to smoke a cigarette in this suite, below the "no smoking" sign no less, and then proceeds to get thrown out of the game by security. In this suite were not only the owners but several of their company's execs. I guess the wife was horrified and very angry at G for the degenerate and his family that they were all exposed to, and asked if everyone that G works with is as looped. Not only did the dumbass blame G, but claimed that he had to calm his lazy brother down over the incident, and prevent the idiot from kicking G's ass.

So, girls the lesson for today is: If you ever feel like what happened to you today was completely embarrassing or you feel you are in the white trash twilight zone, just remember this story and laugh til it hurts.

Memorial Weekend

Well, as one of my dear friends stated, "at least I got to go to Mexico. She just gets to play barbies and Light Sabre battles this weekend." This weekend I would give anything to avoid what I need to do--work. Yes, I promised myself that I wouldn't mention the "w" word, but it didn't last long. I have decided I am tired. I have been trying to make up for our dwindling staff for about seven months, and I am just plain tired. If by chance things around here change in a drastic manor, I will be happy completing project work, and not worrying about the other BS associated with my current position. Everyone, keep your fingers crossed for my sanity.

One of my getting very fat cats! 

OK--so I am glad I did this. Let's try and save the little sanity I have left by giving myself a creative writing outlet. Above is a picture I snapped of my very big fat cat sunning himself in the front yard. Thought it was cute, and I wanted to spice the blog up a bit. We went to Rocky Point this weekend with some friends and had a great time. By Sunday though, we were ready to come home and sleep in our own bed. Didn't get too sunburned, and the heat wasn't too bad. We would go again, but as C put it, "Eventhough you can just about do anything except get in a fight, or drive without insurance in Mexico," we were happy to return home.

I have also decided we are getting incredibily old. At 11pm each night, we were tired and went back to the hotel room and went to bed. Exciting old couple are we.

Here it goes

OK--so in order to part take in this adventure that Carrie has so happily introduced to us. I have joined the ranks of blogging. So here it goes. We will see how much I update--I might surprise myself.