"Spy vs. Spy" or "The Donkey & The Elephant"

Cyn and I sat down and watched the Presidential Debate.

Well, we did agree on one issue. The issue? The debate was on TV. LOL

Yes, Cyn and I "sit on different sides of the aisle" as far as politics go.

She talks politics, I don't. (Boy am I going to get it for that!) Actually, we were mostly civil during that 90 minutes.

I got in another "I don't give a crap about money" mood tonight and bought two rib eye steaks. They're sizzling on the BBQ right now. My brother told me about Montreal Steak dry rub. I bought some and now Cyn and I are both addicted to the stuff! I bought the one made by McCormick. Just rub it on both sides of the steaks and let 'em sit for about an hour. Dang that's some good stuff!

Yikes! I have to go check those steaks now. (Cyn said not to burn her's to get back at her "commentary" during the debate). LOL

"A Good Day"

As much as I fought it, I woke up today.

Once again, it was Cyn's alarm clock that woke me, not mine.

I got a reply from my boss (remember the not-so-angry email I sent yesterday?). He wants to talk to me about what's going on. He also want's to give me a free day off. I think I made my point! I think I'll take that day on Friday.

I spent the entire day at one custumer and worked on four Designjets. The traffic wasn't too bad either.

The anger has lifted slightly. BF wasn't anywhere near me, and my phone only rang once.

Yes, it was a good day today.

"Funny"

Who needs a DVD player?

"Fortune Cookie"

Today's Fortune Cookie:

"Helping a friend is like helping yourself."

6 13 26 36 40, 8

"The Day After Yesterday"

Tuesday.

Sounds innocent enough, right?

My alarm went off at 6:00, 6:09, 6:18, 6:27, 6:36, and 6:45. Cyn's went off at 7:00.

I got out of bed.

I stumbed to the kitchen to make coffee.

I drank coffee.

I showered, got dressed, kissed Cyn, then, "ring! ring! ring!"

(I can't even kiss the wife without work interrupting!)

My dispatch guy called to tell me that he was sending BF to another call and that I'd be working with Rodger today at Cogswell Cogs.

"Hurray!!!"

OK, I did leave a little late today. 10 minutes. 10 measly little minutes. 600 seconds. 1/6 of an hour.

Just as I'm rounding the corner to my office, "ring! ring! ring!"

My boss up in Kirkland, WA starts blithering on about how busy we are, how many calls we have open, and that I'm "just now getting into the office." Blah, blah, blah...

I was so shocked... no, pissed about what was coming into my ear that I just clammed up. It's probably a good thing I did. If I had said what I was thinking, I would have been fired on the spot. He had the cajones to bitch about me being a little late after what I was put through yesterday.

Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful.

Well, I wasn't my usual charming self today. Strictly business.

I got the stupid plotter working at Cogswell in about an hour. I ate lunch at the cafeteria, called dispatch and left for Riverside.

Riverside is 44 miles away. (That's over an hour for you folks outside of California.)

I got there at 2:30. I worked on a HP 1050C for three hours and left for home.

I called Cyn to let her know that I was going to be slightly late getting home.

We decided that Chinese take-out was in order.

I got to the Chinese restaurant at 6:30, and got home at 7:00.

I sent a not-too-terribly-angry email to my boss, ate Chinese food, then sat down to write this.

Cyn's voting at Worth right now and I'm about to stop writing this.

Yes, that will do.

"A Hard Day" or "The New Guy"

A little History:

I worked for a major aerospace company for 17+ years, and after they laid me off, I got another job fixing the machines I used to work on at said aerospace company.

Fast forward one year:

Today is Monday. It started out OK (for a Monday).

I was working on a large format printer near John Wayne Airport.

My cell phone rang.

It was my dispatch operator asking when I was going to make it to the above aerospace company.

I told him, "In about an hour. Why?"

I did have an open call there and was going there anyway... Well, another machine broke there and they were going to send the new guy, Bumblefuck, to "make an appearance" until I showed up.

Well, that's exactly what they did. They sent Bumblefuck.

Now, you have to understand something about me. I'm too damn nice to people. It can be a good trait, but it also can kick me in the posterior... and usually does.

I get to Cogswell Cogs at about 10:45am. BF is there with scraps of paper and mylar up to his shins with a dumber than usual look on his face. I just wheeled my tool cart in and started in on the machine I was assigned to.

The Kip 2710 I was working on has an intermittant problem and I thought I had fixed it four months ago. I was under some pressure to get it up and running post haste. BF starts bugging me about his problems. I don't mind helping, but Jesus Holy Christ on a Bumper Sticker! The boy has got to start thinking for himself! I am not a fucking encyclopedia and I am not paid enough to train this doofus. Read the goddamned manual you waste of my time. I'm loosing my hair fast enough without your help!

At about 4:30, I told him, "Enough! I'm going home and we'll continue this tomorrow." I packed up my tools (and my manual) and started out to the parking structure.

I dialed my Sweetheart on the cell phone to let her know that I was on my way home from Long Beach. I got to the elevator at the parking structure and pushed the "Up" button. I'm still talking to Cyn on the phone, still waiting for the elevator, and who walks up? You guessed it! Bumblefuck!

The elevator arrives, we get in and the door takes a long time to close. The elevator starts dinging and BF starts cursing. I'm on the phone with Cyn... He doesn't know who I'm on the phone with, but that doesn't matter... He started calling the elevator a "piece of fucking shit" and starts slamming the "6" button. I looked at him with an odd look. He didn't notice. He didn't care. It was all about him.

We got to the sixth floor where our cars were parked. Cyn could tell that my mood changed drastically. I went from a happy to a foul mood in six floors. He started rambling and ranting as he walked to his car. I hung up the phone with Cyn and tried to calm BF down. He didn't want anything to do with it. I just got in my car and started to drive home.

My mood changed back to happy when I got home, thanks to my Darlin' Cyn. Thank you Darlin'!

Playing with Blogger HTML

I like the font the editor uses, and want to see it in the published Blog. Will it work?

Yes, it did! I changed the template font from Arial to Georgia. Now, let's see if I can make it bigger...

Radio Enigma

Cynthia and I are involved in an Internet radio station called Radio Enigma. She has a show called "Raven's Eclectic Evening's" and I have a show called "Johnny's Shellac Shac'." Radio Enigma is really taking off! The station started over a year and a half ago and is regularly getting over 500 listener hours per month. That's pretty good for word-of-mouth advertising. ;)

My show, "Johnny's Shellac Shac'," has old 78rpm records from my own collection. I record the records and do a little audio cleaning in Cool Edit Pro. It's a lot of fun doing! Most of the shows have had music from the 1910's and 1920's, but the range of records go from 1904 to 1959.

First Blog

Here goes...

My sweetheart Cynthia Lynn has had a blog here for a while, so I thought I'd start one.

I'll post again when I have something to say...