Just a short story...
This morning I awoke to hear the most beautiful sound in the world... raindrops dripping outside my bedroom window...
This was followed shortly by the most horrible sound in the world... my boss saying "yes, we are working today"...
So even though it was raining, I had to go into work...
Worse yet, I get put on a deck mower and sent to the far side of the golf course...
Worse yet, once out there it started raining harder...
Finally after four hours of sititng by myself in the rain, mowing grass and leaving mud trails everywhere, I decide to head in and find out if there is something they could have me be doing that involved some form of physical labour... so that at least if I was miserable I would be active (and thus les cold)....
Upon returning to the shop, I am informed that everyone else had been sent home hours before... And they had just forgotten me where I was...
='(
I died a little bit... but at least I got to come home...
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Indeed
So today was a lot better for work (more or less still as cold... but I didnt have to sit on a mower all day... which was nice)...
I did get to work with all of my bosses today (well.. I think one boss and two supervisors... or something like that... I never really bothered to figure out the dynamics of it all)
They were picking on me quite a bit...
"Jeez Neal, ca you do anything right?"
*shrugz*
"Neal you're so slow"
"yup" *shrugz*
"That's some of the worst raking I've ever seen"
"really?" *shrugz*
Finally one of them was like "nothing phases you... does it?"
I looked at him, and as convincingly as I could I told him "I stopped taking you seriously as soon as I learned (other boss) sign's my paycheques"
He thought that was hillarious...
But yes... that's my excitement of the day...
I did get to work with all of my bosses today (well.. I think one boss and two supervisors... or something like that... I never really bothered to figure out the dynamics of it all)
They were picking on me quite a bit...
"Jeez Neal, ca you do anything right?"
*shrugz*
"Neal you're so slow"
"yup" *shrugz*
"That's some of the worst raking I've ever seen"
"really?" *shrugz*
Finally one of them was like "nothing phases you... does it?"
I looked at him, and as convincingly as I could I told him "I stopped taking you seriously as soon as I learned (other boss) sign's my paycheques"
He thought that was hillarious...
But yes... that's my excitement of the day...
I Remember Why I Don't go Outside
This morning was cold... Not really cold, but cold enough...
And I was stuck, relatively motionless, on a mower all day...
So, cold weather, humidity from the river, and inactivity left me... well... very very cold...
Now I know you're all thinking "Neal doesn't do weather appropriate clothing" but I assure you I had more layers on than 10 people put together...
But I found a clever little plan...
If I got off my machine every hour or so, took off my shoes, and put them so the exhaust would blow into them, the steel toes would heat up to a point where they would thaw my toes, and I would stop shivering briefly...
Very briefly...
10 or so days until my tattoo (woot woot!!)
and... yeah...
And I was stuck, relatively motionless, on a mower all day...
So, cold weather, humidity from the river, and inactivity left me... well... very very cold...
Now I know you're all thinking "Neal doesn't do weather appropriate clothing" but I assure you I had more layers on than 10 people put together...
But I found a clever little plan...
If I got off my machine every hour or so, took off my shoes, and put them so the exhaust would blow into them, the steel toes would heat up to a point where they would thaw my toes, and I would stop shivering briefly...
Very briefly...
10 or so days until my tattoo (woot woot!!)
and... yeah...
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
FYI
I thought I should bring this to everyone's attention since the person didn;t identify herself
=)
The person I was referring too a few posts back was Jessica...
That's right Jessica...
But since most of you don't know her, I suppose it's alright... But I'm sure she's terribly mortified (btw.. don't you <3 your sister)
=)
The person I was referring too a few posts back was Jessica...
That's right Jessica...
But since most of you don't know her, I suppose it's alright... But I'm sure she's terribly mortified (btw.. don't you <3 your sister)
Another Post... Already?
I realise I have neglected my blog over the summer... Really it's for your benefit, I assure you.
Anyone who ahs hung out with me, rea, morg, and amber (or god forbid all four of us) is well aware that for the last four months our lives have been pretty uneventful.
And to be quite honest, this is an understatement.
I have also found that early morning have zapped me of my creative juices.
I usually thrive in the hours of 10-2, but I have tried to be in bed long before those hours occur...
I don't have crazy dorm adventures. I don't have crazy house adventures... My life is... well... Writing this is almost certainly the most exciting part of my day.
If you don;t believe me, I can recap for you...
wake up
mow grass
nap
chat with friends
nap
write this blog post
I look forward to lost starting up again... Same with scrubs...
I have reason to believe that my tattoo is a figment of my imagination...
This idea is Morg's fault. She planted the seed of doubt.
I mean, I have seen the pre design... Or at least I thought I did... perhaps I didn't... I don't even know what to believe anymore...
13 days till that shiznit goes down woot woot
I'm booked for the entire day... And I hope I don;t cry... 8+ hours is a lot of time to spend laying down with someone attacking you with a needle...
Plus I know they make fun of people who cry...
Well... They make fun of people who cry and then stop halfway through a tattoo... Which is almost as bad as getting a tattoo with a low pain threshhold in the first place...
I changed my mind...
I'll just get the tattoo Morg drew for me... Nothing bad can come from that... Besides I was the talk of the party
=/
Speaking of which... there was a party... I drank far too much... May have passed out on a couch nuzzled up into one of my acquiantances breasts (someone elses words)...
DnD was cancelled due to classes...
Jeez guys get your priorities straight... Entertaining Neal > Homework
And to top it all off, all my friends are emo... or think emo is cool and are trying to be as such (but thank god they don't have ugly emo hair... I will cease to be friends with anyone who shows up with an ugly emo haircut)
Anyone who ahs hung out with me, rea, morg, and amber (or god forbid all four of us) is well aware that for the last four months our lives have been pretty uneventful.
And to be quite honest, this is an understatement.
I have also found that early morning have zapped me of my creative juices.
I usually thrive in the hours of 10-2, but I have tried to be in bed long before those hours occur...
I don't have crazy dorm adventures. I don't have crazy house adventures... My life is... well... Writing this is almost certainly the most exciting part of my day.
If you don;t believe me, I can recap for you...
wake up
mow grass
nap
chat with friends
nap
write this blog post
I look forward to lost starting up again... Same with scrubs...
I have reason to believe that my tattoo is a figment of my imagination...
This idea is Morg's fault. She planted the seed of doubt.
I mean, I have seen the pre design... Or at least I thought I did... perhaps I didn't... I don't even know what to believe anymore...
13 days till that shiznit goes down woot woot
I'm booked for the entire day... And I hope I don;t cry... 8+ hours is a lot of time to spend laying down with someone attacking you with a needle...
Plus I know they make fun of people who cry...
Well... They make fun of people who cry and then stop halfway through a tattoo... Which is almost as bad as getting a tattoo with a low pain threshhold in the first place...
I changed my mind...
I'll just get the tattoo Morg drew for me... Nothing bad can come from that... Besides I was the talk of the party
=/
Speaking of which... there was a party... I drank far too much... May have passed out on a couch nuzzled up into one of my acquiantances breasts (someone elses words)...
DnD was cancelled due to classes...
Jeez guys get your priorities straight... Entertaining Neal > Homework
And to top it all off, all my friends are emo... or think emo is cool and are trying to be as such (but thank god they don't have ugly emo hair... I will cease to be friends with anyone who shows up with an ugly emo haircut)
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Lonely, Creepy, and Pathetic
This is an update for all those lonely creepy and pathetic readers that i have out there... you know who you are...
Maybe you're 40 years old, sitting in your parents basement, wearing nothing more than some tighty whities and a mustard stained wife beater...
Or maybe you're some 15 years old suburban white kid, wearing designer jeans and faux bling, bitching about how you're life is so ghetto one minute and bitching about how your parents won't drive you to the local strip mall so you can purchase the newest 50 cent albulm (and we all know you just ain't cool if your parents drive you in the bmw without the spinners)...
Or maybe you're the sister of one of my friends... and or readers... Perhaps you call your sister to ask her questions about me, or my blog, or my friends blogs... Do you dwell on the things you read? Do you complain when it's not updated regularly? Are you willing to accept the fact that you are lonely creepy and pathetic? Cuz many people think you are...
Lol...
I'm a jerk...
maybe if you commented, I wouldn't think you were lonely creepy and pathetic...
(and really, you shouldn't feel bad about reading a public blog... if I didn't want people to read it, I wouldn't put it on the internet)
Maybe you're 40 years old, sitting in your parents basement, wearing nothing more than some tighty whities and a mustard stained wife beater...
Or maybe you're some 15 years old suburban white kid, wearing designer jeans and faux bling, bitching about how you're life is so ghetto one minute and bitching about how your parents won't drive you to the local strip mall so you can purchase the newest 50 cent albulm (and we all know you just ain't cool if your parents drive you in the bmw without the spinners)...
Or maybe you're the sister of one of my friends... and or readers... Perhaps you call your sister to ask her questions about me, or my blog, or my friends blogs... Do you dwell on the things you read? Do you complain when it's not updated regularly? Are you willing to accept the fact that you are lonely creepy and pathetic? Cuz many people think you are...
Lol...
I'm a jerk...
maybe if you commented, I wouldn't think you were lonely creepy and pathetic...
(and really, you shouldn't feel bad about reading a public blog... if I didn't want people to read it, I wouldn't put it on the internet)
Monday, September 11, 2006
Remembering Carlos Cortes
September 11th, 2001 is a day I will never forget. The images were plastered across every television screen for days, and few were able to talk about anything assides from what had happened.
The events of that day were too terrible to forget.
Many lives were lost that day, and one such life was that of Carlos Cortes, a proud Columbian living and working in the great city of New York.
I cannot begin to imagine the pain felt by Carlos' family and friends as his life was tragically cut short.
He is remembered as being a great husband, a loving father, and a caring soul.
If you would be so kind as to say a prayer for Carlos family (Laurie (his wife) and Loius (his son)) encouraging them to remember the man he was, and not the way in which he died.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Lost
| Hurley You scored 74% kindness, 30% courage, 36% seedy past, and 61% secretiveness! | |
"For the record, my belt HAS dropped a notch. I'm a big guy. It's gonna be a while before you're going to want to give me a piggy back ride." Dude, you are Hurley. You are a kind soul with some terrible luck. While you're always lending a helping hand, you're not exactly the bravest guy on the island. What you do is even more important - keep people entertained. The only problem you've got is that whole jinxed numbers thing. You're so secretive, no one on the island even knows that you're a multimillionaire! Let it out, dude. There's no use trying to keep it all bottled up inside, man. Your polar opposite is: Jin. You are similar to: Claire and Sun.
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