Christ! Is it time to go home yet...

[chkray]

THEN, my day has been spent dealing with clients who won't pay their damn bills. Like any reasonable person can go two friggin' months without paying their insurance bill and think that they still have coverage, and then have the audacity to ask me to move them to another company so that they won't have to pay what they rightfully owe the insurance company.

That's one of the cool things about my job: if I have someone who isn't paying their bills, I have a lawyer friend of mine who writes them and says, "Hope you have a large car, because you're going to need womewhere to sleep when we take your house away from you." And, "P.S. - We're going to garnish your pay to pay the legal expenses."

You tell someone that you're going to take their home, you will get their attention.

[Fishboy]

I am real friggin glad I had boys.

mmeeeee toooo!!
course they just take all my shit apart........

[KW Driver]

here's an email I sent to a buddy last night:

just cracked my second beer and I got a healthy buzz. prolly got somethin to do with eating a grand total of one Clif bar today, and averagin 3 hours sleep for the last 3 nights. I should be well on my way to stink-eyed, shithouse drunk by the time Dad and his wife roll back in fer dinner... and I need it after this fuckin week. I mean, shitfuck! I hate problem kids. some people's kids... I get to spend the 3rd & 4th studying and putting together a training plan, subject to the approval of my commander, so that I get to spend the next month kickin one of my pilot's balls up through his mouth daily, so he can fail another set of evals, so that we can send him to a board to pull his wings, and sent him off to Micky D's management training program... and I swear to god if they would have let me deal with this 6 months ago, it'd be done. I mean seriously, does amputating his arm with a ball peen hammer sound too harsh? I mean as corrective training?

time for a shot.

<end rant, well, amybe til after dad's beddy-by...>

ok, maybe just one more shot before dinner...

ok, 2 beers and 4 shots later, I'm drunk. but I got plenty of booze tio last out the 4 hourseman, a fatty in my lip- Copenhagen you fuckin deviants, Tool is cranked as loud as I can get it,

I just spit in my beer... damn, drinky and shot time...

Tool is playin, the war dance is starteed and ddad and his wife should be home for dinner in.... time for breakfast. which do I cook over hickory? and just deal witht eh image size til tomorrow, paint ain't werkin fer me right now and I caint resize or crop it:




or do we go out?

damn, this is gunna be a rough night, two more shots and started another beer on this post alone...

damn, damn. spit in my beer again. dad's home, off to a walk down the street to the thai place witht eh thai waitress that smiles so invitingly at me....

so Tom Kha for dinner with a Singha, yummy, stablized now, gunna put some Makers on ice and sip...

so I slow smoked the Chapel Hill (TX) pork/venison over hickory just now. GODDAMN that's good eating...