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Cowards
If I could help…
Food Stuffs
It dawned on me earlier that I never retired the grill for winter. Cooked up pork chops with zucchini last week then did bratwurst the next night. What will this week hold?
Hm...
My dad was a computer programmer back in the day. Mid to late 80’s As a machinist, I’m responsible for debugging a program. In some way there is irony. But I’m too drunk to focus. Peacock....
Six-Shooter
I want to go to a Ren Fare dressed as a cowboy.
Fuck Politics!
Enjoy cat’s meowing
Yes
15 Years Later...
9:45 AM
Watching The Flintstones. Don’t fret if you alphabet soup spells something ominous. However, if it speaks, toss it out. Did you know the Special Olympics is under investigation after an athlete ...
Joke
What’s the difference between a baby and a baggie of cocaine? Eric Clapton wouldn’t take his eyes off the baggie. Imma catch hell for this next one. What’s red, slimey and crawls up a girl’s leg?...
Quit Yer Cryin'
I’ve been in a funk since losing that job. I need to pull myself out of it. New Year’s Eve my buddy Mike came by. I fixed fajitas and mom made rotel dip. We all sat around bs’ing about old tim...
2021
Will be worse…
Face Hurts
Tooth is yanked. Face is swollen. Peacock came back yesterday. All is well for now.
Stuff N Things
I was looking up soup recipes earlier and found one for taco soup. Oh ya, it looked good. I see the dentist at seven AM and have slept on and off most of the day due to depression. So might as ...
Merry Christmas!
We exchanged gifts Sunday. (Did the family thing at my brother’s place that night.) I’ve kept my mind distracted with the new Spider-Man game. I’m meh today. But Merry X-mas.
Fuel To The Fire
5:05 AM. Been up the last few hours with a major fucking toothache. I’ve taken three Tylenol and just took a muscle relaxer and sleeping pill. I just want some rest…
I Have No Faith Distracting Me
I know why your prayers will never be answered: GOD! HATES! US! ALL! Got fired from the new job. Apparently what I ran was last week declared dead parts by QC. Was told as a machinist I should k...
Just Flew In From Dallas
And boy is my butt tired! My feet fookin’ hurt. Today was the company Christmas dinner. It was catered by Holy Smoke BBQ out of Hartselle. I had some ribs, smoked chicken, baked beans and potato ...
Potty At Work
The work restroom looks sketchy but I had to crap today bad so, I had to. I’m digging the new job. It is a forty minute drive (thirty miles) but I cross over the river and get to see the sunrise...
3:56 AM
Can’t sleep. Passed out somewhere after six AM and slept most of the day away into the later afternoon. Report to the new job in a few hours. Nervous? Yes! Excited? Hell yes! I was commenting t...
12:07 AM
I’d like a beer. Several actually. Peacock is passed out in bed. She hurt her back and moving too much is out of the question. Reminds me of my pinched nerve a few years back where I was bed ri...
Fuqqiddy Fuqq
My left foot. Argh! A bit swollen on top, hurts to put pressure on it and when I do run my finger over it I can’t feel anything…and I got a friggin’ crick in my neck. I go back to court Tuesday...
Gobble Gobble Muddafuqa's
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! I’m going to my aunt’s in a little bit. Out of pot and hopin’ tonight shall yield good results. Tomorrow night is the grand opening celebration of this year’s Tins...
Survey Says!
We got back negative results. Woo hoo! Now I can go back to work.
I Don't Mean To
But I keep making her mad. I’ll do or say something and it sets her off. Today was going good and I had to be a smartass when the clothes came off. As soon as I said it I knew I had fucked up. ...
Seriously?
Crapola! Got a call from the doc yesterday saying my Covid test sample was poor and they needed another. Ended up going in (with Peacock this time) and got us both tested. 3 to 5 days on results...
Book Description
I came on my own volition.
I am the man that got away.
Work -
Tonight I clocked in at 4:30 PM and it was suddenly Wednesday when I worked 6:45 AM to 6 PM with only an hour lunch break and on my feet the rest. I was trying to relieve Logan in the back who was frying chicken both for our loose case and boxed hot case so he could go to lunch. Instead I got mixed with a redneck who wanted a Philly steak and cheese. I made his sandwich to order only to be confronted with the elderly gentleman behind him. He, to this shit. o, wanted a Philly. I was annoyed. Angry. Granted chicken side cooking sucks At least you’re away from the customers. I can, “pretend”, like I’m cooking chicken in the back but dick around for ten minutes, which actually rarely happens. You learn to smile and accept this shit. Made him his sandwich, didn’t stop to ask the next customer if he needed help. Instead, went straight to the back and told Logan to take his lunch, I was taking over, box up what just came up out the fryer and we’re good.
It was just one of those days. People wonder why I get stoned before work.
I.
Am.
Robot.
Tell.
Me.
What.
Is.
Next.
I’m versatile.
Put me in any situation and I come victorious.
Even on the bad days.
So when I go the hardcore bitch mode of my assistant manager on Wednesday after my eleventh hour there. I got irate.
I know she does a job for two.
Her boss/my boss sucks ass.
But fuck....I’m part time.
If you want to bitch and yell about the shit that the full timers didn’t do…bitch to them.
DON’T MAKE ME DO THEIR FUCKING SHIT THE LAST HOUR I’M THERE!
I’ve been working for this slave camp for three and a half years.
I lost my insurance last year due to me being stupid and the store manager catching on. Which is actually a big blessing. I haven’t missed a day in a year.
But I’ve been there for every shift.
Sleep, no sleep?
Fuck it.
Show up for work.
The computer takes over on schedule and now I don’t qualify for our good insurance.
I have to take the government stuff?
OK.
I’m a democrat.
Lifelong.
BUT FUCK YOU OBAMA!
Don’t tell me what to do.
I’ll go another year without health insurance.
I want my good Blue Cross Blue Shield Back.
Make my job give me the hours back for insurance.
People close to me say I need to see a therapist.
After A.A. and an almost check in at rehab.
Maybe I do need anti-depressants.
This is a rant with no one I know reading this.
Its liberating.
I welcome ProseBox into my life.
