"Thank you for these daily struggles and hardships. With your strength
behind me I will overcome them and they will have made me a better man."
I say this sometimes. Maybe I'm saying it to nobody in particular, but
it makes me feel better to say it.
On 7/22/2018 12:42 AM, Steve Jones wrote:
This is super off topic, maybe really relevant to some. I note we have
been infiltrated by list nazis this year so let me stress this is
very OT, unless it's not.
You other wireless gimps may have noticed I've been a bit absent of
late with my totally awesome insight and amazing commentary.
Let me give a quick rundown. Last year I knocked the wench up, that
thing didn't quite finish cooking, quite an unexpected bought of
those things real people have.. emotions I think they're called.
The worthless tech, yet warm body broke his ankle in February or so,
so I got to start doing my job and his since then (freaking awesome,
let me tell you, who's my family again? Not sure, never see them)
Picked up the two foster kids we had 6 years ago for a couple of years
again because, well garbage cans shouldn't have kids, but they do.
Found out the old bag was knocked up again right after we committed to
adding the other two to the permanent mix.
Got the joyous pleasure of watching the old ladies step mom go through
pancreatic cancer and die in a few short months. Had made the prior
mistake of her becoming one of my favorite people in the world...
won't do that again.
Dealing with the ball and chains mom going through stage 4 bone
cancer, made the mistake of getting fond of this one too. (Historical
note, I was an EMT-I here in illinois for 8 years who took that job
way too serious, so I'm more aware of physiologic response to
treatment than most, she's got near term croaks)
I'm remodelling my house in all my spare time to fit all these tiny
bodies in here.
Decided to make a right woman out of this sow I've been with for 14
years, hammered that nonsense out in less than 30 days (was a nice
wedding, if you like such things, I didn't cry, the preacher must have
ate onions
My old man appears to be catching a case of brain crickets, probably
going to go south. Lucky for him he is declining slow enough to know
exactly what's happening...what a spiteful God we have at times.
The tech who broke his ankle has a lawyer, which is great, because
incompetence should always get a settlement that could maybe bankrupt
my employer for a decade and a half, right?
My gardens full of weeds, I lost all my habanero plants, there's
nothing tastier than a green habanero and stores don't sell them.
The junky dad of my two fosters is in jail, and the drug dealing stunt
cock their mom is with is calling them from jail on visits with their
mom... great parenting there, mother of the year.
Oh yeah, I'm a like a top ten tier functional alcoholic. Big shocker,
right?
Needless to say, I'm a bit stressed.
I'm not an owner, I literally can walk away any time I want, no harm,
no foul. I bring this up here because most of you jack bags are the
same as me, you identify yourself by what you do, whether it's for
yourself, or another guy. When you introduce people or talk about
them, it's not John or mike, it's John the plumber and Mike the
electrician.
Two questions for the borg. The first being on topic.
1. This stupid ring that I am trying to wear since I bought the cow.
Any of you wear it?, I figure it's getting me electrocuted or 9
fingered. But it seems important to the milkbag.
2. When do you justify a blank disconnect. I'm going to the lake
Shelbyville the first week of August (highly recomend this place,
great fishing) we've gone there for a few years once a year with
family, I've always made a point of bringing two separate service
hotspots and two seperate service cellphones so I can be certain to
connect back to the office. I have spent probably 50 percent of every
prior vacation either dealing with or checking on on work for a
decade. I'm burnt guys. I expect the usual "you gotta seperate" stuff.
But really, from an owner perspective who has a right hand man, or a
tech perspective who is too dumb to separate themselves, is that even
realistic? What if SHTF? As an owner, you can't tell your right hand
man to stay connected, but that's really what you want, isn't it? If
you could answer a poll anonymously.
I missed you guys btw, even jaime
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