Tuesday July 23, 2002 at 08:51 pm

Well another week has begun; my weekend was fairly uneventful for the most part. Friday I stayed up most the night playing HALO on legendary, which I must say is quite the bitch to do. I’ve already beaten the game on normal and decided I’d give it a whirl on the hardest level. Hopefully I’ll have finished by the time I have to return it to Blockbuster. Thinking I’d wake up around noon on Saturday and go to work for a few hours, I played till about 5 am Friday and then again the next morning until about 3pm.

Unfortunately my game play was cut short, as I had to take tom to pick up his car from the shop, as the battery had died once again. Turned out to be the battery cable or something else. Either way I think it’s kind of ridiculous to continue to have the same problem and taking the car in and it not getting fixed correctly even after the 2^nd or 3 rd time. Well with all seeming to go well they packed for their vacation to see Liz’s parents.

Something to say when you’re stressed at work:

Sarcasm is just one more service I offer!

So after completing the last level I wanted to get past for the day 2 minutes after Mike walked out the door, I was left with noting really to do. Okay there were things I could have done, none of which I really felt like doing. So I decided to go to work instead to help bring some extra $$$ in for the ensuing bills ahead. Expecting not see anyone when I awoke the next day, as they will have been gone, I bid them farewell and a good trip.

As usual I expected Mike to call me in the morning just to see what I was doing, simply to be told the same thing I tell him every time he calls before 11pm, SLEEPING. Actually most the time I simply acknowledge the call on my phone so it stops ringing and just not answer it at all and go back to my slumber. However for whatever reason I picked up and told him I was sleeping and to stop calling as I had already ignored 2 calls prior. No less than 10 minutes later the phone rang again, but from a denoted number, so I picked up and it was Tom.

Chitty-Chitty (Kids nickname for Tom’s car) had broken down right outside Phoenix, in a town called Anthem. I had been here once before, while taking a spur of the moment trip to Flagstaff for hot chocolate with Heather. Ironically Tom was parked exactly where I had stopped once before.

When I arrived the tow truck was already there trying to jump the now deceased battery, which did start the car immediately, unfortunately as soon as the cable were disconnected the car died without hesitation, signaling something a little more significant to be awry. So upon another call the KIA hotline, they approved for the car to be towed to the nearest KIA establishment.

After unloading his car, and loading the “Grandma Mobile”, the tow truck driver proceeded to advise Tom and I that he was going to another station to get something to eat as the scenery appeared to be much better as he driven by it earlier. He then gave us the thumbs down and the car of females parked on the opposite of the gas pump from us.

We then went on a trek to find Kid and Liz, which lead throughout the mall of Diaper wearers and I refer to those of all ages, as it seemed that the majority of people their were either carrying, pushing, or strolling with someone with a diaper, or walking about in packets of other diaper wearers. Nonetheless, all the walking began to irritate my leg, and I could feel it begin to swell within the brace. Thus with due hast we loaded up the stranglers and headed back to the crib. Kid was upset because she didn’t get to see Elmo, Liz’s dog. But this was soon overcome by her need to simply sleep, as she graciously bowed out of the conscious passengers no sooner than 10 minutes into the drive.

So with that in mind everyone else eventually dosed off for the 45 min drive back into town, and once there it was as if the trip was never to take place to begin with. Kid went back to playing, and everything returned to normal. That was until this morning. When Liz (once renowned as Crackhead, and shall now be known as Crackhead again, by at least me until further notice), asked me to give her and Kid a ride to pick up the car, so of course My plans for working at 1pm today were going to be cut quite close if not failed altogether, which wasn’t a big deal, just wanted to get some extra hours. So she IM’s me that I can drop her off on my way to work, as it should only take 30 min to get there. Any other time I would agree on the 30 min timeframe, especially if you’re doing 95-110 mph. However the grandma mobile will not be doing those speeds for some time. So I tell her she’s smoking crack and that we have to leave now so I can get to work on time. So she begins to argue the fact that she lived in that area and knows it take 30 minutes to get there. Only problem with her theory or argument is the fact I work 20 minutes away, which happens to be on the same route there, and thus I know that driving an additional 15-20 miles further is going to take more than 10 minutes. With that being said we pick up Tom down the road and I note the time at 25 minutes as we pass the exit for my work, and again note the time again once we get to the vicinity, not the actual location, of our destination.

Random thought: My hair is a reflection of myself, wild, sporadic, and undefined, whilst being constrained within it’s own limits.

So as I pull up to the 1^st intersection a mile away from the dealer where the car is at, the police have tied of the intersection for the one-mile stretch it ran. Now she decides to tell me of the fatality she wanted to see on the way, whilst neglecting to inform me of this. Now this would normally not be a big thing expect she did the same thing the day before as we were coming back from anthem, wanting to go out of the way to simply see a fatal car accident. I’m beginning to think there may be some psychological issues involved here. Nonetheless I once again decline her request to quench her thirst for disaster and make it to work with a few minutes to spare.

As for right now, I’m highly annoyed at the # of Instructors at the University I work for whom, are absolute dumb asses and have the nerve to come off like they are the all mighty. Nonetheless I shall spend the rest of my evening laying the schmack down on endless stream of incompetent morons, calling into my phone.

On a lighter side of thing I finally broke down and purchased a domain name, which I will eventually be hosting through either a professional web hosting server or I may just host it off my local system. I’m hesitant about the latter as that would be putting myself out there in the line of fire for anyone who goes to my site, As well as the fact it means I’ll have to have one system constantly running as well as constantly under scrutiny for security and IIS updates. But if I find that the cost or the time of paying for hosting services is to consuming I may just go ahead and setup the ole 200mhz system to run it.

Something to say when you’re stressed at work:

How many times do I have to flush before you go away?

Okay so I’ve spent the majority of my day writing this and bullshitting while getting paid for it. Okay so I did the bare minimum for me to get fired today, which is basically answer the phone and fix idiots computers or answer stupid questions, but more on that later, it’s 10 till 11 and I’m bout to roll out.

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