Thursday, September 22, 2005

wiggie's Famous BBQ!

I should note that everything has basically worked out, as the fire blast wasn't as bad as it first seemed, only blowing a hole in one part of the building. Of couse, executives are terrified at the idea that it easily could have happened on a weekday, trapping 150 people in the building in the place instead of 9, but hey, that's their problem, I'm just glad to still have work right now. Of course, we're still not making drills, but we're still paying bills (rhyming is so cool), and I get to do the data entry for that, because data entry is the ciz-oolest more necessary job in the world...until robots finally enter the workplace, like their lazy asses were supposed to in 1985.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

WCCO: Firefighter Injured In St. Paul Fire

WCCO: Firefighter Injured In St. Paul Fire

Hey, I work there...

I drove by, but I didn't see any roof collapses, but I'm not really that tall. Luckily, my boss called me before I saw this on the news, so I wasn't all worried and stuff, but really, if the building is condemned (which it apparently is on the production part), I don't know how a drill bit making company can stay open, without being able to make drill bits. It's only a small, employee owned company, and we were behind on backorders already. So...just great stuff. I'm supposed to go in Monday, but after filling the last orders, I don't see what work there is for a guy who does data entry on production, if there is no production.

But maybe I'm just being a Pessismistic Pete. That might have something to do with my "The Glass is half empty, assshole!" t-shirt I'm wearing. In my head. Because I haven't made that t-shirt yet, because of my tragic lack of silk screening technology.

Which I can't afford without a job.

You can see the bind I'm in.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Mail :: Inbox (16)

Besides drunken carnies attacking my sister-in-law, life has been pretty slow lately.

Just like you!

Ha ha!

Anyway, as Gentleman Jeff would tell you, though I have a extremely inflated sense of self worth compared to those around me, whom I consider stupid, and worth only the money I can take from them with my superior intellect and charisma, I'm not a man of strong opinions.

So...*shrugs shoulders* how are you doing?

Monday, September 05, 2005

Labour Day Antics

Ah, Labour Day, the most holy day in the Holy Calander of days off for no good reason.

Watch, as I decorate the Labour Day tree, with little marshmellow s'mores ornaments that are doing lazy things, like watching television, and not cleaning up the kitchen.

And listen, as I sing ye an olde tyme Labour Day carol, that will warm your heart, as well as your brain.

O Labour Day:

O Labour Day
O Labour Day
Let's Get Funky,
On Labour Day.
Let's eat some sqeeze cheese,
On some potato chips,
Let's sit on the couch,
and let farts rip.
O Labour Day,
O Labour Day,
Eat At Dennys,
On Labour Day.


Hee hee...I made a fart joke. Sweet.

This message was brought to you by the Good Folks at Dennys. Too tired of thinking of a good place to eat? Then just go to Dennys, you'll have forgotten you ate there by the next day, so it all evens out. Dennys...Mmm...delicious stuff.