This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):
My subject line lies to me with the fishes.
“Mine the stuff, distribute the stuff, soon we will all reach one mass consciousness. Eat the stuff, never go hungry again, feed humanity forever.”
And a racist militia wins in the end. That movie is one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen.
“Are you the army?” “Son, we’re the only army.”
Anyways, yesterday the wind and snow decided to bury our large front yard / driveway so we spent five hours digging it out. The four wheel drive truck gets stuck, the tractor gets stuck, Asa’s car gets stuck, twice. I get to work at 2 and leave at 5:30. Deb, upon hearing of my eventual late arrival after I called her in the morning complains that I’m going to be late because I have to ‘shovel snow’ as if it’s my fault. Well, it’s not my fault I don’t live across the street from work like her, but rather 10-15 minutes away on the mesa of Granby.
Today I had to unbury MY car but, fortunately, today it is nice and sunny and bright.
“From the people who brought you the Sunshine Kids, now there is Shining Stars!”
“Remember the Sunshine Kids? Give to the Shining Stars!” LOL So funny…
Evil Deb woman, THREE days ago, on Tuesday when I wasn’t at the office the Territory Sales Manager for Progressive comes in and starts talking about Progressive’s new push to establish a brand name called “Drive”. It’s a nice picture, nice word, etc. etc. Anyways, Deb and the Territory Sales Manager (also a woman) start getting real curt with each other. Deb complained that the sign she requested never came in and then started calling the whole brand program stupid and worthless and a waste of money, causing the Sales Manager to abruptly walk out the door with her assistant with the words, “Well, then I guess I’ll be sending you a termination letter!”
So she tells me this the next day in her car on our way to a particular insured’s house (this is now TWO days ago) what occurred the day before. I didn’t react at all for instance by saying, “Why in the hell did you do that?” She just smiled along and I asked questions in my usual workplace monotone fashion. I wonder if she ever notices. So *I* offer to call the Territory Sales Manager and basically do damage control. Deb tells me to tell her one of her ‘diffusing’ (translation: lame-ass) explanations (translation: excuses) -> that ‘my assistant was very stressed that day because her husband had just hit her with divorce papers that morning.’ Well, I sit down and think to myself, “What would XXXX say to this woman?” And I thought, “Not that.”
So, to make Deb happy, and to make sure we’re not terminated I call up the Sales Representative and get her side of the story, smooth things over, apologize profusely to her, air some concerns about the brand switch in our area, talk about the sign, THEN integrate finally near the end Deb’s ‘explanation’ so Deb will be happy (she can hear me on the phone). I felt like twenty-one going on forty. The woman was very pleased, even warmed up a bit to Deb again, and said that we could have a temporary painted sign saying Progressive. This was good news.
So I go tell Deb about what happened in the conversation and when I told her about the sign she was very happy, of course. Then she gets this smile on her face and says, “And I told him to do it!” (to Amy) as if she was responsible for getting this sign by causing this entire fucked up mess to begin with.
I just smiled dryly and replied monotonically on the state of affairs, all the while thinking to myself, “All you accomplished Deb was getting me to do your dirty work, bitch.” (Not that I’m bitter or anything) God, I’m a robot at work.
But I’m a furry tonight! Wheeee!