Let's do it again!

Come on people...what ya doing right now???? Yeah, I'm bored..so what?


1. What is your occupation?
Glorified phone jockey(mail order pharmacy)


2. What colour are your socks right now?
black

3. What are you listening to right now?
jazz


4. What was the last thing you ate?
a turkey sandwich


5. What are you wearing?
jeans and a t-shirt


6. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?
blue

7. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
doctors appt. nurse

8. What is your best feature?
don't have one(own opinion)

9. How old are you today?
45
10. Favourite drink?
iced tea

11. What is your favourite sport to watch?
football(american)

12. Have you ever dyed your hair?
no

13. Pets?
two dogs(they allow me to live there)

14. Favourite food?
Meatloaf and mashed potatoes.

15. What was the last movie you watched?
Kingdom of Heaven(dvd)

16. Favourite day of the year?
Halloween

17. What do you do to vent anger?
used to hit things..now I craft.

18. What was your favourite toy as a child?
Hot Wheels Cars...They were cool!

19. Autumn or spring?
autumn

20. Hugs or kisses?
both

21. Cherries or Blueberries?
cherries..should see what I can do with a stem..

22. What is your favourite item of clothing?
jeans

23. Living arrangements?
own..

24. When was the last time you cried?
four years ago

25. What did you do last night?
slept

26. Favourite smells?
flour tortillias being made, cooking..

27. What inspires you?
life..

28. What are you afraid of?
losing my self

29. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers?
cheese

30. Favourite dog breed?
mutts..

31. Number of keys on your keyring?
six

32. How many years at your current job(s)?
less than a year

33. Favourite day of the week?
friday

34. How many country's you lived in?
one...

35. Favourite holiday destination?
home..

36. What do you dislike the most?
bullshitters..

37. What is your favourite fashion brand?
casual

38. What is your favourite clothes shop?
anywhere...






shoot me later,..just copy and paste....then write in your own answers...

eh...yeah.


I came into work today...I think I've taken a total of 7 calls over the past five hours that I've been here...WOW!
I'm getting paid for this shit.

It would be great if I had something to do....but I don't.

The tedium of this job is going to kill me...

thats it....

DYJHIW!!!

Taking a page from my good friend, Annie, I'm borrowing one of her favorite sayings
"Don't ya just hate it when..."
You check and double check to make sure you're not working on a holiday, then you come in and find that someone signed you up anyway!

The Rat Bastards!

Last week I was off a day and a half because I had to undergo a medical test that had me taking home an Ambulatory EEG. I was hooked up to this portable get up with wires and all attached to my head, needless to say it would have been a distraction at work. So, in doing so, I had no idea of the fiendish things that were conspiring and brewing whilst I was away.

See, at my job, if you want to work the holiday, they pass around a "volunteer" book, you sign up, get to work it..get your holiday pay, and time and a half, all that good shit...but..if they don't get enough people, then they draft.

Well, when I returned to work on Monday, I checked my emails. Nothing about Wolfie working on the Holiday.
Tuesday, figured I better be thorough...I check with my boss, he says "Nope...you're not on the list."
OK..so I'm jazzing...four day weekend...

Then I come in today, and on my desk is this slip of paper, with a schedule...MY SCHEDULE! Says I'm working Monday...WTF!

So I go to my boss, he's like, "Don't know, nobody told me.."
After some go round, I find out they put me on the draft...never sent me an email telling me..never asked me to volunteer......not a goddamn thing!

Now Wolfie's Pissed off! Why? I know it's my job, but that's not the freaking point..

IT'S THE PRINCIPLE OF THE FUCKING THING!

If I gotta work, fine! But at least tell me, send me the goddamn email and let a brother know ahead of time..don't come to me in the 11Th hour and say "Guess What?"
That's bullshit!

And here's the kicker....I start a new shift on Tuesday...4:45 am to 1:30 pm....and the bastards wanted me to work till 9:00 pm on Monday!
BITE ME!

They gave me 8:00 pm..big Frigging Deal....

Pity the poor mother fucker that gets me come Tuesday morning...

WHERE DO YOU FIT IN????

In the grand scheme of things, have you ever wondered just where exactly
you fit in?
Are you just a speck...A point to be made.
Are you that all important fill in that is going to make great strides in the
marching band that moves along?
Are you the hero who is going to save the day, or the villain who'll be remembered
for all eternity as the destroyer of lives?

Are you the one who is going to be sacrificed for the good of mankind?
Or are you just going to sit on the sidelines, while all that happens around you, passes by, and you blow with proverbial dust...ever endless on the shifting winds.

What part are you playing in this great play?
Ever ask yourself that?
Or do you even care?

Is your life full of meaning? is there purpose in what you do?
if so, then do you greet each day with a smile? or wish it would just role up and go away till you're ready to deal with it.

I sit in a cubicle, about 5 x 5 square..that is my world, and it sucks.
This cannot be life! There has to be more. I can't believe this is it for me.
life will not end here..taking orders over the damn phone for a bunch of bossy people who have nothing better to do than yell at you for their goddamn Viagra!

Where do I fit in the Big Picture?

I don't know yet..But I'm damn well gonna find out.

The King is Dead...BYE BYE!!!

The Religious right lost their big gun today...Jerry Falwell, Founder of the
famed Moral Majority (yes, my eyes are rolling in my head as I right this..)
and Staunch supporter of the right wing relgious community, passed away today at the ripe old age of 73.

Seems his ticker just gave out on him..Guess he's not built like Oral.
Actually I should say, I guess he didn't have Oral around to "Raise" him up from the dead..

OH BROTHER!

Ya know, Falwell was the Usurper of the religious world. He moved in on the Baker's when Jim had his meltdown..You know that was a strategic move..They show up like the something out of the Mephis Mafia, and say "Jimbo, We're gonna have to shut you down"
and they pack him off to the looney bin, meanwhile his wife, Max Factor's worst nightmare goes off to be on reality shows....

Well, Jerry and the gang, go on to basically tell everyone this is the way you're gonna live, cause ya'll been living like heathen slobs...

Yeah, yeah, blah blah...

This is the man who said he had a personal connection with God...Well I guess we're gonna find out just how personal, eh?

I'm sorry if you all find this a bit sarcastic, but personally, I could not stand the Self rigteous bastard.
Anyone, and I mean anyone who places themselves above others, using and hiding behind religion to do so, bites, in my book....
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sometimes I have to keep reminding myself...why. and I hate that. I shouldn't have to, but when I get yelled at and attitude, for no damn good reason, I get freaking tired of it....

Sometimes its all just bullshit.

Zombified work settings....

So, what do you do when you're at work and you're bored out of your skull?
You can only surf the net so much, ya know.

I have literally fallen asleep....TWICE! I've run out of material to read!
This is ridicules. I've had security guard jobs that were more exciting.

I don't know, maybe its just me...maybe I've reached that point in my life
where I need something more. I'm not talking about a mid-life crisis...haha
I'm not ready to go out and trade the Wolfie mobile in for a little red sports
car...and I'm already married to a blond, so that's out.
I don't know...It's me. I used to write, alot. A friend of mine and I used
to write short stories like crazy...we'd sit in a room and blast out story
after story...subject didn't matter, we were writing.

Then he moved away...

And slowly, I developed writers block...25 years of writers block...It has been terrible.
I used to write poetry, short stories, even worked on a play...but all of
it is gone..
It shows up every now and then...but vague,ambiguous..never making itself known.
I'm talking about my muse. Ali writers have one...so they say. Mine took a 25 year
vacation.
One day I'll find it...Who knows, it might show up just when I least expect it and really need it...
right now, I think I need it.

I'm dying here. I feel stunted...sucked into a void..a sea of endless cubes, heads popping up and down, like prairie dogs, eye's searching faces, everyone wanting to say
"hey, sit and talk abit...PLEASE!" but no one dares...they just stare...
and I look out into the night....waiting to take flight...at least for a time..
then the day comes and I have to start all over again...
the cycle never ends...

I have to get out of this place...before it makes me loonier
than I already am...