The JamyFar Experience
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Wednesday, July 7, 2010
When having a bad day tread lightly where you step Because the last thing you need Is dog poo on your shoe when you're having a crappy day
I tried to transfer to the IT dept. recently, but was told by the director that there's no way my current boss will let me transfer out of my position. It seems the only way I can leave my job is to leave the company. At this point I could drop my pants, throw the goat, and run up and down the hallway(with pants around ankles) going "Bleah BLeah BLleeeahhh!!" While We Have Customers!!! and all people would say would be: "How the hell did you NOT get fired." I DON'T KNOW, I'M TRYING!!!!
Current mood:  blah
Monday, January 26, 2009
Well, it's a new year with new possibilities. I think its time I took a plunge into the deep end. And put behind me past mistakes
Tao for Today 1-26-09: One must be bold And take hold of their destiny But watch that first step There's snakes...
Current mood:  pessimistic
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Haven't posted anything in awhile cause I'm now blocked at work and never have a chance to log on anymore.
Its Saturday morning at 10am, I've been working around the house, and I can't stop singing old Cure songs.
EVERYBODY NOW!!
F I R E I N C A I R O
F I R E I N C A I R O
There's a Fire In There's a Fire in Cairo!!
Friday, August 8, 2008
Well, my productivity will be, from here on out, shot. I found a website that runs Zork online: http://www.xs4all.nl/~pot/infocom/
Time to go be eaten by a Grue. Its a good thing my boss told me that the next 6 weeks are gonna be slow, cause I gots me sometin to do.
Current mood:  giddy
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
If she doesn't call you in the morning Then she won't call you in the evening either Or any day after that loser!
..more bad luck on the dating scene for me, oh well. Next victim please!
bonus tao: A bird in the hand May be worth 2 in the bush But a penis in the hand Still means you're masturbating ...or gay
Current mood:  depressed
Thursday, July 24, 2008
I haven't known exactly what to say for the last few days. Monday morning I got one of the calls I didn't want to get. A voicemail from my friend Reed, "Mike's B-52 went down." The pain still fresh from losing my mother, and now one of my best friends as well. We held out hope, especially on the news that 2 crew members had been recovered, but they weren't releasing their condition. Even as time went on we held out hope that maybe he was out there floating somewhere, or safe on an island beach waiting for rescue. But the reality has been hitting us now as they have called off the search efforts, and declared all aboard deceased. We've all been up and down and through a wide range of emotions. Mine can be pretty much summed up as numb. This isn't the first time I've lost a friend..but it never gets any easier..and it never gets any less painful.
Right now all I can do is hope that his wife is alright, and remember all the fun times we had. All the nights wasted around the game table playing D&D, rolling the dice, and dreaming of adventures in far away lands. All the times he tormented our wives and girlfriends just because he was being Mike, his chronic lateness which was the butt of many jokes(we always said he would be late for his own funeral...we just didn't mean for it to be the truth). All of his wild antics- flying down the freeway on his motorcycle at over 100mph, the incident with Tom in the bathroom on the ski trip(only they know what the hell that was all about), him and Reed drunkenly peeing on the Riverwalk, farting in my face while I was sleeping the night before Terry's wedding-I've never gone from laying down to standing on the other side of the room so fast in all my life, to this day Reed swears I teleported. I finally got him back for that one year at Reeds house for Christmas. Then there was the other incident when we were leaving New Orleans after Terry's wedding: We stopped to get gas and after filling up all he had to pay for it was a check, as these were the days before the proliferation of the debit card. Well the clerk wouldn't accept the check, so we decided that we would go ahead and pay for the entire bill, only with pennies, of course. It took us going to a few banks before we could get enough pennies to fully cover the entire gas bill. Well, after going through all that we load all the pennies, and some other loose change, into a plastic bad to give to the clerk at the gas station, but before he takes it in he makes sure to cut a nice little hole into the bottom of the bag, leaving a nice little surprise for the clerk. Once we get there Reed and I stay in the truck, and he makes sure to grip the bag from the bottom, so no change falls out, then places it on the counter, and runs. Well the last thing we saw as we were tearing out of there was an angry clerk running out of the gas station hopping mad, and waving their fists all over the place at us. We never laughed so hard in our lives.
Its those kind of things that I'll remember about our friend Beer.
RIP Mike Dodson
Current mood:  sad
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
The Man was cleaning a junk pile when he came upon the Cat The Cat said "What are you doing? Why are you taking away my place to hide? I am comfortable on this cool barren earth." The Man said "I am making your home more beautiful, and taking away the junk so that grass may grow" The Cat said "I'm cool with that" And then the Cat left
Current mood:  lethargic
Thursday, June 19, 2008
When confronted with an immovable person The best solution lies within your foot and their head If they still won't budge Then a bat may persuade them to change their disposition
The best solution to your problem often lies within the sporting goods section
Current mood:  irritated
Well I got a chewing out today because I didn't know I was supposed to archive something on the print server that didn't go through. WTF. She had sent it once before, and I didn't archive it because most of the things that go through me are one shot deals that don't get archived anyway, and I wasn't told to archive it which is a prerequisite for my archiving things. If I archived everything that went through the printer I'd have no disk space left. In addition to that most of the first printings sent from this person are prototypes, and are replaced by the next batch she sends anyway, so obviously I'm not going to archive something unless I'm told, but now I'm supposed to be a freakin' psychic in addition to all my other duties, and I guess archive every single thing she sends. In addition to that she got angry because I "waited several days to tell her that the last printing never went through." Well its called follow up, and I'm not the only one who should be doing it. Especially when she has said she would send things before, and when I asked her if she'd sent it her response was along the lines of: "Oops, sorry, didn't send it dude. I'll send it in a little while" Which of course means I'm not going to get what I asked her to send, and will have to ask her again.
I fucking hate this place.
Current mood:  pissed off
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
More reasons for me to bail from my job. Employee self righteousness.
The IT guys decided that they were tired of their area being used as a walkway, so they decided to lock out everyone who doesn't deserve proper access to their area. This, as they said, was due to a secretary being placed in their area, and was a request of hers.
They're not fooling anybody. Several people know that the real reason they locked everyone out is because they were tired of their gaming sessions being continuously interrupted, and having to close their windows whenever someone walked by when they were in the middle of a battle. I've caught them playing WOW, Warcraft 3 and a few other games while I was walking past when I was doing my usual office ninja thing. I didn't say anything, and am not now cause its none of my business, and I know I won't have to because there are those here who are noisier than I am. That and I still have limited access back there since I store stuff in one of the server rooms. Add to that a heaping helping of I-don't-really-give-a-damn. Well I kind of do since its sort of inconvenienced me a little bit, but they really aren't fooling anyone.
Current mood:  irritated
Friday, June 13, 2008
When faced with an impossible situation It is always best to use a cheat code
Current mood:  contemplative
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
My department is pretty computer heavy since that's what I use to send the print jobs that come out of my printers, and tweak a few of the jobs here at work, so of course they give me an assistant that can barely turn the power on. Nice to see I'm appreciated.
Current mood:  irritated
Thursday, May 22, 2008
The life of a sparrow is fleeting Especially when it is in the sights of a small caliber bb gun o
Current mood:  sick
Friday, May 16, 2008
Though one may ponder the sound of one hand clapping The sound of one hand slapping a face is far more enjoyable
Current mood:  lethargic
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
My mother passed away this past Sunday evening
She was 54
she will be missed
Current mood:  sad
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Just a short post here.
Mom has gotten worse. Her chemo has been suspended, and she is not expected to last the week. We hope she lives until the weekend because her father and some of her brothers and sisters are coming in this weekend, but she may not last that long.
I am leaving shortly to go see her, and it may be the last time I do.
I always knew that whenever I performed in high school that she would be out there in the audience watching me. And she pushed me into the creative arts, and I wouldn't be the aspiring artist that I am today.
I will miss her greatly, and always keep an empty seat in the audience.
...Stairway to Heaven was just playing..how apropos
Current mood:  sad
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
One of these days either me or one of the other worker drones around here is going to take out one of the security guards that stand around the main office gate here at work.
And it will ge through no fault of our own.
I don't know what it is with some of the people they hire as security guards, I should specify that and say women because the men don't seem to be suffer from the same symptoms of dumbassery that the female security guards do. Its like they have no functioning braincells AT ALL!! now I should reiterate here that my reason for despising them isn't that they harass the employees, in fact they don't say much to us at all, and generally leave us the funk alone. What they do that annoys me to no foreseeable end is they just freakin' stand there and decide to get in the way right as you're pulling into the entry gate. Just last week I had one lined up right smack dab in the middle of my hood, and my Ram has a nice groove down the center, so I can line up my hapless victims with ease. And the dumbass didn't even try to move out of the way at all, she just stood there, like a total freakin' idiot standing there not fully comprehending the danger that she had stupidly put herself in. She didn't even have a "deer-in-headlights" look. The expression on her face just kind of said, "DUUUUUURRRRRRRRR!" It had to be the most brain-dead look I've seen in years. There was just no contemplation that her life was in moral jeopardy as 1.5 tons of American steel barreled towards her with brain splattering velocity. That day, the bitch was fucking lucky.
You'd think that a company would want to hire some highly competent people to guard the gates of their vast empire, but no. Seriously, what is it with security guards being the bottom of the barrel??? I wouldn't want someone with 3 barely functioning brain cells as the first line of defense against corporate espionage, or the vast disgruntled public. And why do they pay them painfully dismal wages that attract the bottom dwellers of society. I say this from experience because I worked as a security guard for my first job away from my father's business, and let me tell you a good deal of the other guards were very lacking.
Current mood:  annoyed
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
It's dead.
Today I was taking out some books to the recycle bin, and got quite a surprise when I opened the lid. Upon opening said lid I spied the lower half of a cat sticking out of a box that was lying on its side. And then the smell hit me. Now fortunately putrefaction had not set in as of yet, but it was definitely at the start of the stinky stage.
So I guess I inadvertently found the answer to the question of Schrodinger's Cat. Yes Virginia, its fucking dead!
...still didn't smell as bad as what one of the guys at work left in the bathroom, but I heard about that one secondhand.
Current mood:  indifferent
Friday, February 15, 2008
WTF?!?!? Once again I find myself ANSWERING THE SAME DAMN QUESTION for the 3rd time from the same person SINCE THIS FUCKING MORNING!!! Now I've tried being nice, I've been polite, and I've already tried to hand them off to other people, BUT THEY DON'T SEEM TO HAVE A FUCKING CLUE!!!! If they ask one more time I swear I'll go balistic on the entire CS dept. And trust me, they deserve it! I hate corporate living. I'm just about out of here!
Current mood:  pissed off
Friday, February 8, 2008
For those that were hoping to see me I will regretfully not be attending Spring War this year.
The chemo that my mom has been receiving doesn't seem to be working, and the prognosis, at this point does not look good. The doctors are giving her a 15-25% chance of recovery which is better than no chance at all. We are hoping that things will get better, but have face reality that they may not. So I'm sure you will understand my decision to remain close to my mother in what may be the last weeks of her life. Should her condition continue to deteriorate my father is going to take her back home to Oregon so that she may die there. I will be following them up shortly thereafter and taking some time away from my work which I may not be returning to. While I am up there I will take some time to look around and see what the job market is like because I have been planning on moving up there by the end of the year, or the beginning of next. It just depends on how long it takes me to fix up the house, and how long it takes us to sell it.
I would love to attend SW, and if her condition improves there will be a chance that I can attend for at least 1 or 2 nights. I will know more as the coming weeks go on.
Current mood:  sad
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