Random testing...oh boy..(insert sarcasm here)

Well I show up to work the other day, and they tell me "Guess what? you have to go to HR and get the paperwork for your random drug test..."

Wolfie: "Excuse me?"(rather befuddled)

Boss: "Yeah, they do these random test and you were chosen..."

Wolfie: "Why me? I haven't bothered anyone lately...."

Boss: "hey, you get to do it on company time..so that's a plus."

Wolfie: "Woo-hoo! I get to go pee in a cup on the jobs dime..how exciting.."


This is such a pain in the ass..I took one when I was hired..I had to drive 27 miles to piss in a cup..and now this. Talk about stupid...What, did they lose my results?

Freaking morons.

Oh yeah..he had a bad day last week..he must be using drugs!

Bastards!

I oughta get Bruno to pee in it...Man, would that freak them out...

ya know, I could see if I worked with dangerous chemicals....explosives..carried a gun..but I work in a damn call center...want am I gonna do, answer the phone the wrong way?

Why don't they bug the Pharmacy techs..they work with the drugs..I can't even get near em if I tried...I'm nowhere near them...

Damn paranoid bosses..

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LIFE...PART 3...

Marriage. The next step in the evolution of life. Was a very interesting thing..
We had two receptions, why? because our folks, actually, her mom didn't want to attend the one that my dad threw.

yeah, that was fun.

We went to Lake Tahoe...had a great time, won some money, came back and two months later I was put in the hospital.
Why? I had a grand mal seizure...lost a whole day of my life....I want it back, dammit!

several pills...and 11 +years later, here we are. My dog is dying from cancer...my mother in law died from cancer...my mom died from complications of diabetes...and I left California..with my wife, and my dogs, and I have a house.

Today, I took my Bruno to the Oncologist...the news wasn't good. Even with Chemo, they only gave him a year...The only thing we can do is make him comfortable.
So Bruno and I went for a drive today. No matter what happens..if tonight is his last, I'll remember him in the back seat of my car...enjoying the ride...

Still, that question begs at the back of my head..."what are you gonna do with the time you've been given, bunkie?"

From here on out..who knows..guess ya just play it by ear.

LIFE....IN 3 PARTS....


When someone comes into this world..you or I. The optimist would say that we are born anew. Given a fresh start with a life full of possibilities.
The pessimist, on the other hand, would say that we have just begun that long slow road to death.
Yet there are those still in betweeners(as I like to call my self), that say, we have been given the time....Now whatcha gonna do with it Bunkie?

Yes, sometimes it gets cut short....but there are the lucky few that get to live to that so-called "ripe old age"

Used to be revered....But is that so, nowadays?

With health care and insurances being what they are..who cares for the elderly? Some would say their families..but is that really so? I've seen so many just tossed aside, or left to fend on their own, that it scares the hell out of me, the thought of growing old.
And I have no children.

but I digress...I did say three parts.

When I was a child, hell when we were all children, did we worry about the future?
NO!
Our biggest worries were what we'd get for Christmas, our birthday's, and what we were going to be for Halloween.
Is Ronnie down the block going to be Superman this year?
I hope I get that new Hot Wheels set....with the loop the loop track!
I want a Bike for Christmas...my brother better not get one..I've been better than he has!

Shit like that.

We played...watched cartoons...went to school...traded marbles, cards...read comics..
never gave a care to the struggles of some old bastards starting conflicts over a rice paddy half a world away.

Till one day you're playing with a friend, and a bottle comes crashing too close for comfort. And you find out it wasn't because you did something wrong, really...it was because you were the wrong color..or actually, he was...and the assholes marching down the street for so-called peace, took exception to a Mexican-American kid, playing with his black friend...

Yeah..I never could understand that one...even as I was helping my friend clean the soda and glass from his hair...

later in life I came to find the group that sponsored the "rally", MECHA, were supposed to be all for the betterment of the Chicano people.

All these years they've been around and they haven't done a damn thing for the Chicanos but changed them from Chicanos to "Hispanics" Rah! Rah!

As I grew, I found that I was supposed to "do" something with my life.
my friend and I always wanted to write...we wrote short stories that never got anywhere....but we wrote. that was the point.
A few published poems...and some turned downed short stories...my ass headed off to college to think about teaching.

Real life can through curves at you like crazy.
I never finished..it got too expensive. I worked..went from relationship to relationship...and wondered that question again...

"You've have been given the time....Now whatcha gonna do with it Bunkie?"

I got married.

two parts down...

What I find Interesting......


My mother used to say, "Two things you discuss with Wolfie are Politics and Religion...Why? Because you're going to be in for an argument that you're never going to hear the end of...."

My mother knew me like no other...

See, being that I am was raised a catholic, and choosing to be not a practicing catholic, has sometimes cause a stir amongst members in my family. I could never understand the duality of the church. Much less the hypocrisy...I once had an hour long, and often loud, debate with a guy who refused, rather vehemently mind you, to admit that Jesus Christ was not a Catholic and the founder of Roman Catholicism.

Barr the fact that Christ was a Hebrew...
Actually a Nazarene....

Needless to say that he was totally frustrated by the end of the hour, and would not talk to me for a few weeks...not that I cared, but it was ridiculous that here we have an association that deems itself so important, that they would have the audacity to try and change history...

So...Religion...has started wars, ended empires, and caused one certain resident Wolf's brother to be a total ass...

See, long story short, Dumbass decided to have an affair, times three...OK like I said, he's an ass...he also got caught.
Any self-respecting wife would have kicked his ass out on his ear...BUT NOOOOOO.
Sis-in-law takes him back..okay, their business....fine with that. But, see, my sister in law belongs to the Jehovah's Witness faith, and well, they decided that my bro should do PENANCE.....YEAH, You got...THEY DECIDED. See, she told everyone..my family, hers, the church..OY!

His Penance?

He was Shunned. No talkie. He could go to meetings(church), but could not sit with his family, and no one could talk to him for one year.

he took it...

He also dealt with it...with alcohol.

See, now, I'm not condoning what the dumbass did...he was wrong...stupid and wrong.
BUT! She took him back. Her Choice! So, anything that went on should have stayed between them..plain and simple.

So, his daughter, first born girl is getting married...Oh happy day, right?
Yeah...

They ELDERS(WTF!), decide that for the ceremony to proceed, he cannot attend.
He cannot:
1-Walk her down the isle.
2-attend the ceremony, period!
3-attend the reception..

And he AGREED!

HE PAID FOR THE MOTHERFUCKER!...

NOW HERE'S THE KICKER....

Daughter and Wife were OK with this!

WHAT THE FUCK!

Meanwhile, Wolfie, who was putting in heavy OT because his bosses at Health Net decided to screw the pooch with Medicare D last year, could not attend.
But when I found out what was going on, blew my stack!

Hey, he screwed up, but who the fuck are these assholes to say what goes on......
She took him back, that means she forgave him....Nuff Said!

My kid, I paid for everything...You're damn right I'm walking her down the isle..You don't want to attend..Fuck off...

This is what happens when you let religions..ANY RELIGION...Try and dictate you life.

Any relationship you have between whatever God you choose to believe in..COOL BEANS...But religions are associations started by man, with doctrines written by MAN!
And when they start telling you what to do in you Private lives, once you and your wife have worked it out, then that is pure and unadulterated BULLSHIT!


And btw, where did he watch his daughter get married? He sat in a room at the Madonna Inn, and received pictures via computer feed...

Do I feel sorry for him?
No. He made his bed, three times...
Why am I angry?
Cause it behooves me that these people have the nerve to think they are so above reproach that they can dictate to others...


If I offended anyone...Well, I'm sorry, but hey...Shit happens.



Peace.

The day is is over...My Weekend...I Need it!


Yeah, my weekend come early...I work a 4/10 shift...which means I work four days-10 hours a day....
Which I don't mind..but this week, for some reason has been a real biatch!

Why, you ask?

Well lets see, the weather has played hell with my sinus's...my insomnia is going out of whack...and Tuesday night I couldn't sleep for anything, so it was the longest night of my life....or felt like it.

Tuesday:...It rained...the holiday was over, and all the assholes were let loose from the insane asylum.
my day was peachy.
Went home, couldn't sleep..found out about my family and the stupid things they did..couldn't sleep...got a cramp in my leg...then I had to go to work..yeah..lots of fun.

Wednesday: with no sleep, sinus pain, and a sore leg..I went to work...and the same shit, different day. OY!
The nuts were still out of the asylum....and seemed to be all calling me.
I had my regular weekly training meeting(still in training, ya know)with my current supervisor....which was OK, to say the least....I mean I get to pick a call and listen to it...I could hear the sinus pain in my voice.

Then quality control nabs me at 7:00...they give me a review..that was worse...
"I don't hear a desire to help, there...."
No shit...I have a sinus headache and hear a fuck you coming...

I went home shortly after...no, I didn't tell her to fuck off...but I thought it...

Thursday: felt better...still more assholes, but not that bad a day..why?
CAUSE IT'S MY FRIDAY!

AM I RUBBING IT IN?? YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I AM!


hence the new video...one of my all time favorite songs! Bruce Springsteen's Roselita!

so enjoy...my weekend is going to one of movie going...comic reading and crafting...

AH....Wonderland!

From time to time...I may rant about certain things that may come off as offensive to some of my more regular readers..to those few, (You know who you are) I want to apologize in advance...everyone else..well, ya came in. Sit down, read it, and if you feel like commenting, fine..if not..that's fine too.


This is what I'm going to call, as the title suggest, "The Big F'You.." I'm going to give this unwelcome but what I see as a well deserved award to the individuals or groups or thing, that I feel have done that simple, singular stupid thing that would earn it.

So here goes...

The first "F.U." Goes out to a certain group of people who, I feel are not only deserved of this, but well overdue of it..
See, this is the story of Carlota and her dipshit brother Jake...who were taking care of their invalid mother...while doing so, Carlota got this brite idea.."Hey, I think I should get paid for this..so she petitioned the state...for caregiver wages...and got em....Then she thought, "Hey, I think I deserve more". so she tricked her mother, who was considered legally blind, and being eaten away by diabetes, to sign a document...that she told her was just a bill...Turned out this bill was a credit application..for a Credit Card...which she took out in her fathers name...adding her name to the account!

Wait...it gets better....Carlota, in her devious wisdom, told Jake about this...now Jake, who at one time was a practicing to be a minister, knew the difference between right and wrong...he knew this was Credit Card fraud..did he say anything????

NOPE!

Jake went along for the ride....as long as he got invited to the restaurants and movies..he was cool...So Carlota went on charging..Clothes, toys for the kids..shit like that...and Jake went along for the ride...their mom got sicker..ended up in the hospital...and they were still doing this....their day, was totally unaware...as was their sister...Cassie..she just thought Carlota's dumbass husband was doing good working for their dad...so this went on..and on...till the bottom dropped out...

Their mother died.

When it came time to bury her..well a little known fact surfaced. Dad was in the hole for 10,000.00!

WTF!
Needless to say, Carlota's bubble burst. She was busted.
Long story short, Dad couldn't bury his wife the way he wanted, Carlota's free ride ended, and Jake played stupid...and Cassie was left holding the bag..Why? Cause Carlota played the blame game.."She made me do it..she did it too!"

So for the next three years, Dad was mad, at Cassie.
Irrational, I know..go figure.
Enter Raymond...the brother who no one wanted to find out..found out..and was pissed.
But his wife wouldn't let him tell anyone, because she wanted to keep the peace..and what good would it do..

But the assholes down at the farm, well they wouldn't leave well enough alone...and the provoked, and prodded...even when he moved far far away..they still tried...till one day, just as Raymond predicted, the bottom fell out a second time....Cassie found out that she'd been played the fool all this time...little late, seeing as she jeopardized her marriage, one of her sons left home and she lost her home, all for Carlota...only to find that she'd been blamed for everything.

Yeah..sucks don't it..and all this time they were mad at Raymond..why? because Ray knew something was up..wouldn't put up with their bullshit, and when he found out the truth, they were terrified that he was going to tell Cassie...so they made him look like the bad guy...even told lies to Dad...which didn't work..but they spread them anyway, why? cause when you spread shit..it just continues to stink.

So, now Cassie knows...Carlota's in the shit house..Jake's living in a permanent state of denial...and Raymond...Well Raymond gives a big FUCK YOU to all three of them...they made their beds..let em lie in it..




Nuff Said.

There's a story behind this...

Well, the wife and I went to the Farmers market..it was quaint, small, very nice.
Picked up a nice jar of Habanero salsa and this:

No, not a disembodied hand...though that would have been cool...but a ring..the inside circle are skulls..and they spin! Here's another pic:


Hey, it goes good with the Ghost Rider movie coming out..and it matches a bracelet of skulls that I made...

all in all, it was a very nice afternoon...

Then we come home and this presents the photo op of the day...


notice what he's looking at? Yeah..that's a cat. It decided to chill on my walk and in doing so, caught the attention of Bear..The pictures say it all..."DAD,COME ON, I Won't hurt him...I just want to play...really..."

Nuff said.

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This was sent to me by my buddy, Ryan...I think it sums up Driving in Arizona..


HOW TO DRIVE IN PHOENIX
1. You must first learn to pronounce the city name, it is "FEE-NICKS".

2. The morning rush hour is from 5:00am to noon. The evening rush hour is from noon to 7:00pm. Friday's rush hour starts on Thursday morning.

3. The minimum acceptable speed on most freeways is 85 mph. On Loop
101, your speed is expected to match the highway number. Anything less is considered "Wussy".

4. Forget the traffic rules you learned elsewhere. Phoenix has its own version of traffic rules. For example, cars/trucks with the loudest muffler go first at a four-way stop; the trucks with the biggest tires go second. However, East Valley, SUV-driving, cell phone-talking moms ALWAYS have the right of way.

5. If you actually stop at a yellow light, you will be rear ended, cussed out, and possibly shot.

6. Never honk at anyone. Ever. Seriously. It's another offense that can get you shot.

7. Road construction is permanent and continuous in Phoenix. Detour barrels are moved around for your entertainment pleasure during the middle of the night to make the next day's driving a bit more exciting.

8. Watch carefully for road hazards such as drunks, skunks, dogs, barrels, cones, cows, horses, cats, mattresses, shredded tires, squirrels, rabbits, crows, vultures, javelinas, roadrunners, and the coyotes feeding on any of these items.

9. Maricopa Freeway, Papago Freeway and the "I-10" are the same road. SR
202 is the same road as The Red Mountain FWY. Dunlap and Olive are the same street too. Jefferson becomes Washington, but they are not the same street. I-17 is also called The Black Canyon Freeway as well as The Veterans Memorial Highway. And if all that isn't enough to remember SR 51 has recently been renamed to Piestewa Freeway because Squaw Peak Parkway was too easy pronounce. SR 101 is also the Pima FWY except west of I-17, which is also The Black Canyon FWY, and The Veterans Memorial HWY.
Lastly, Thunderbird Rd. becomes Cactus Rd. but, Cactus Rd. doesn't become Thunderbird Rd. where it dead ends at a mountain.

10. If someone actually has their turn signal on, wave them to the shoulder immediately to let them know it has been "accidentally activated."

11. If you are in the left lane and only driving 70 in a 55-65 mph zone, you are considered a road hazard and will be "flipped off"
accordingly.
If you return the flip, you'll be shot.

12. For summer driving, it is advisable to wear potholders on your hands.

WOLFIE GOES TO MARKET....

Seeing that I've been in this burg for going on four months now, its time I search my surroundings for some local flare...

Some down right country goodness.

I'm talking bout the good ole' Farmers Market.

Yup, Mrs Wolfie found in the local a paper, a farmers market that just so happens to be going on down the road from us! Hot Damn!

I love these things. You never know what you'll find. Found some of my best beads at a farmers market. And food is always the best!

I will update you tomorrow, and try to remember to take my camera with me...



To Be continued.....

I had an Epiphany this morning...
Driving to work, like any regular day, I was coming up to my freeway interchange when I had one of those "Life flashing before your eyes" bullshit moments.

See, I was nearly run into the center divider by this huge Semi-tractor trailer, that decided to cut everyone off because he missed his turn-off.
So being the bright boy that he was, he decided to make for the off-ramp...a little too late...and lo-and-behold, guess who was sitting a quarter of the lane into his back tire...Yup, Everyones favorite little ol'Wolfie...
Junior decides to make for the exit, forget the fact that he's forcing me into the concrete!


Ok..Choice time:
Watch the show(Life Flash)...and get rammed into the concrete barrier?
or...
Hit the gas and take the gamble of laughing boy running over the front of my car with his front wheel....

hm mm...What to do? what to do...?

Well, being the gambling man that I am, and the fact that I have no desire to end up road pizza, or a blurb on the six o'clock news...I hit the gas, and the horn, and went for it! Narrowly missing the assholes front tire....

So a finger wave and a heart attack later...I was on my way to work...

Yeah..it hit me later.


The rat bastard almost killed me...

puts things in perspective. Ya know...

Am I gonna be a better person?

probably not.

Am I gonna watch out for the idiots on the road?

Always do...

So what am I going to do different?


All the stuff I want to do....cause you never know when you're gonna buy the farm, so you might as well get it out of the way now.

Peace.

THE NONSENSICAL PIZZA BLOG!


PIZZA! PIZZA! PIZZA!

Thin crust, Thick crust, Pan, Deep Dish....
Chicago Style, New York, Sicilian, Hell there's even BBQ Chicken!

Thing is, there's almost nothing you can't put on this pie that doesn't taste good!

Veggies is good!
MEAT and CHICKEN..EVEN THE DREADED ANCHOVY(UGH!)....

Try Asiago cheese on your homemade pizzas.

2 tablespoons clear Italian salad dressing
1/2 pound asparagus, cut into 2-inch pieces, or one 10-ounce package frozen cut asparagus, thawed
1 medium yellow summer squash or zucchini, cut into julienne strips (1 1/2 cups)
1 cup sliced fresh mushrooms
3 (8-ounce) packages Boboli (six 6-inch Italian bread shells)
1/4 cup clear Italian salad dressing
1 ripe large tomato, seeded and chopped (1 cup)
1/4 teaspoon coarsely ground pepper
1 cup shredded mozzarella cheese (4 ounces)
1/3 cup finely shredded Asiago or Parmesan cheese

In a medium skillet heat the 2 tablespoons Italian salad dressing. Add asparagus and summer squash or zucchini; cook and stir for 2 minutes. Add mushrooms; cook and stir 1 minute more.
Place bread shells on a lightly greased baking sheet. Brush bread shells with the 1/4 cup Italian salad dressing. Using a slotted spoon, top bread shells with the cooked asparagus mixture. Top with chopped tomato; sprinkle with pepper. Combine mozzarella cheese and Asiago or Parmesan cheese; sprinkle over pizzas.
Bake in a 400 degree F oven about 8 minutes or until cheese melts and pizzas are heated through. Cut the pizzas into wedges to serve.
Makes 12 servings.

Just watching it cook...look at the cheese bubble and melt!
OH BABY GIMME SOME!


Stack em up rack em up...toss in a beer! pass them slices over here!


GET THE BEST THE BEST RIGHT HERE....PIZZA! PIZZA! AND DON'T FORGET THE BEER!


Don't want no sprouts..no Jenny Craig....no water cress sandwich, no ham and egg..
Wanna dance with the pizza..do the pizza dance!




Take one bite..take two..take a slice..its good for you......
Eat that pizza..eat it all...
you can diet away next fall...

Here Jonzz, This one's for You...

OOOOOOH GrAMMMMY!



Yeah, its was that time of year, again..The so-called "Royalty" of the Music world came out to bullshit each other for a few hours...The faithful and staryeyed fawned over their favorites...
And I still don't know most of the freaking people that were up there.

I'm talking bout the Grammy's...Those self rigteous awards that do nothing if get air time for the people that make obscene amounts of cash for the commercial music industry.

Let me start by saying the show had two high points....well three, One: The Police opened the show...BITCHIN!

Tony Bennett and Stevie Wonder won and award...which was cool..seeing Stevie Wonder dedicate the award to his late mother..choked me up..and then those bastards try to cut Tony Bennett off in mid-speech! Fuckers!
He's a legend..both of them are!

And three: THE RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS closed the show! HOW FREAKING COOL WAS THAT!

The rest was bubkiss...Why, cause its the same shit..different year.


just my humble opinion...

The Final Goodbye..


When do you know you've finally said goodbye?
When do you know that the place you've called home for 45 years is not that anymore?
Is it when you've moved?
Is it when you've bought that new house, left your old life behind, and started over 350 miles away?
Nope.
It's when the personalized plates you've always wanted for that car you bought..that new car...new then...have to be changed, and the day has come the plates have to be changed, and you are given some generic shit...and you put them on your car...and and you realize...It's time to say "Goodbye".

This was my plate...I had it for a whole year.


Why was it so important? It was me, that's why. It said "Wolfie drives this car!"
Now, I'm just another generic desert driver...another schlep on the road...

That is, unless I want to put out the 25.00 dollars to get a new one....but things are tight right now, and this re-registering cost me 153.00! The gouging bastards!

So for now, my old plates will adorn the door of my comic room...and my desk at work.
Yeah, they let me keep them...Hell, I paid for em.

Peace.

To Expand....

OK..some people don't get it..and maybe I was a bit vague, OK, I understand that.

Here it is. I want you to think about what you would wish for if you had only one wish...If you were given the chance to wish for anything...Any ONE Thing.

Would you squander it?


Would be frivolous...?

Would you wish for world peace?

Would you wish to give it away?


WHAT WOULD IT BE?


Think real hard. Come back to me in a year. Say someone told you if you didn't take this request, your life, as you see it would be left to a meaningless existence of work...drudge...work...and that was it. You had to wish for something....or basically have no life.

So what's it going to be?

One wish, or no life.

and if you take the wish, what's it going to be?

It's an ultimatum folks....its make believe, but lets for one year, play with it..mull it over...And here's the most important part....Mums the word.

See ya in a year with your answers.

One Wish...Whatever would it be?????


Think about that.

I know many have asked yourself..."what would I wish for?"

That elusive happiness...

The love that got away...

A loved one returned....

Wealth everlasting...

Health, happiness, fame....

Skies the limit, isn't it?

or is it really? Think about it...is it really that easy to make one wish. One true decision. Say, you were given the chance, given one whole calendar year to make one wish, would you be able to? And say that that was the only wish you would be able to make for the rest of your life...no other time on this earth. Anything you could wish for, no matter what the consequences...good or bad...you would have to live with the outcome of your wish...Would you be able to do it?

Here's the catch: The wish had to be made...You either make it, in one years time, you make your wish, or nothing...no wishes..no dreams..no hopes...you live your life the way it goes...whatever comes down the pipe, you handle it.

See, what I'm saying here is you have the opportunity to Wish for something that may better your life, or the life of someone you love...What do you do?



Don't answer me now....I want an answer in a year.

That's right...I want to see how many of you are here one year from now.
In one year, February 7Th at 11:06 mtn time..(Arizona time to the rest of the world), I'm going to ask for your answer....

One Year....One Wish...


Think About It...

I'll get back to you.

Bear



I know I've been talking about Bruno alot..and with good reason, but with all that has been going on it's easy to forget that I do have two boys...and the other furry fellow is wondering, at least I think he is, what the hell is going on?

See Bear's health has been on the upswing. After a bout with colitis when he was a about a year old, and being on a special diet most of his seven years, he has received a lot of attention.
Now, with his brother's health in question, he's not so much in the spotlight, and I can't help but wonder if that is affecting him at all.
He has been showing signs of a bit more neediness. Wanting to be closer to us...to be under foot so to speak....It's difficult. How do you show one that he's not less loved than the other.

It worries me if and when Bruno does pass, how will it affect Bear. Will he be able to handle being alone during the day?
damn...this really sucks.

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OK...bumming myself out now...

Collections..What do you collect?
Though you may not think you do, those little innocuous things that you keep around...the thimbles, the stuffed figures, or bears...those are collections.
They don't have to be expensive...On the contrary, the term, one man's trash, is another mans treasure really means alot when it comes to collecting.
For me it's Comics, movies, and weapons and wolves...
OK..so I'm diversified. But at least I'm different.
Here's a few pictures of my stuff...enjoy...

A bit of my 427 DVD and video collection:


My comic room..Silver Surfer wall:


a bit of my comic collection:



A bit of my weapon collection:


And of course...my wolves:


OK....Ala my buddy Woodstock(Annie)...I'm tagging all that read this..to show what you collect.

Smile :)

CHECKPOINTS

I'm in training currently, it's almost up...one week to go...THANK YOU GREAT SPIRIT!

I mean damn, this has been by far some of the most boring shit I've ever done in all my time working. If it wasn't for the fact I had a mortgage...well, let's just say I'd be off in the hills writing and working on my movie.

So, checkpoints...we do these so-called checkpoints, they are tests to see how we handle ourselves in "mock" phone calls. You have to pass with a 90% or better...Lately, I have have been doing well, scoring on average of 98%. Well, today I get my trainer...I don't know if its because I wasn't one of her favorite people in class, if maybe I wasn't "personable" enough, maybe I just didn't kiss ass enough..don't care, Wolfie don't kiss nobodies ass....but I just felt that I was being ridden a bit too hard, on this thing.

When it was over, and it came to the evaluation, I was picked apart..and for the little shit..not the major things..I got that...it was the little things..I felt Nitpicked.
Needless to say, I got a 92%...I passed, but its not the score that got me angry...it's the way it was scored. I was told my documentation was weak...I turned in the same documentation in on the past three checkpoints, and the other trainers had no problems with them. Like I said..Nitpicked.

But like my co-worker said.."Fuck it, ya passed...you don't have to deal with this shit anymore..."

He's right...I think she was expecting everyone to pass with flying colors...to handle it all because she's SUPER TRAINER EXTRAORDINAIRE!...Rah rah big fucking rah...

like I said....I don't kiss no ones ass...

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Regarding Bruno....

Well, we got him to eat again...we're cooking white rice and chicken...apparently bland food is working for him.
According to the Dr, Bruno is nauseous, and the bland food is working for him.

whatever it takes...as long as he gets something in his system...

We now need to get him to the oncologist for a prognosis, and a diagnosis.

poor guy couldn't get up in time to go outside....so his pillow had to be washed.
its OK...I'm sticking by him.

He's my boy...