I'm back

It looks like I won't be doing any traveling for awhile. Actually awhile means January so things should be ok till then.

I have so many things that I want to take about that I can't think of anything. Right now I think about the woman I prejudged on the plane. How she didn't take off her jewelery going through the metal detector.

Actually that's something that has REALLY PISSED ME OFF. These stupid ladies who either refuse to remove their jewelery going through the metal detector, slowing everyone down or the ladies who refused to bag their liquids, cause yet another slowdown for everyone else. The worst thing is in the Regina Airport, just before security, there's a table with signs talking about this very topic and someone is there to assist people bagging their little liquid. GRRRRR.

Is it just me or are there some people who really believe that the rules don't apply to them. That they are special. Well, here's a special message to the special people. FUCK OFF !!!!

I'm not sure if I can pull off a trip home for Christmas. I'd like to go, I'm just not sure if I can. The guy who doesn't want me taking any time off is at it again. The deal is his printer broke when I was in Regina and he's annoyed that he had to use the big network printer in the front off. WELL TO BLEEPING BAD BUDDY!!! I'm not working Christmas week if you like it or not. I have the holiday time and I booked it.

The big problem now is that I don't have much food in the house. Since I spent the last 2 out of 4 weeks in Regina, I never bought much food, so I need to go buy something good for me for a change. Though I did make regular stops at the Extreme Pita when I there. That's healthy stuff people. I recommend every should eat there instead of MacDonalds.

I think the worst part of having so much to say IS the fact that I can't say anything at all. It's like I'm stuttering. My thoughts are all over the place like why the hell can't I hook up a DVD player to the Hotel TV. Instead they expect me to pay $12 for their pay per view movies. BULLSHIT !!! When I was flying back to Calgary from Toronto, the pay per view movies were $3, and you still had the regular satellite TV.

Well hopefully I'll make more sense tomorrow. Bottom line is I'm happy to be home.

My 2 Bytes

I'm tired of this place.

I want to go home. I miss my couch, and my stuff. I miss the cool people I know. I even miss the pain in the asses. Ok I don't miss them but you get my meaning. I fly back on Wednesday and come back on Sunday.

I WAN'T TO GO HOME NOW!!!

My 2 bytes.

Just winging it was some yadda adda

I have no idea what to write about again, as traditions require it. I’m going to wing it.

I can still feel the effects of the lung infection. I’m still coughing, but the good news is that the coughing isn’t as frequent or as severe. It still sounds like a wet cough but I’m not as nasty.

Work is work and it’s keeping me somewhat busy. There’s this guy who’s starting to be a real pan in the ass. He likes to talk down to people, but he knows better than to try that shit with me. I managed to get him all confused once, talking geek tech and he never tried it again. The weird part is that I almost NEVER talk geek tech, unless it’s with other IT people, that way I can get an ideal across quicker.

Personally I hate people who talk like that because it makes people feel like they are superior to others, while normal people look confused. I NEVER do that. It doesn’t matter if I’m talking to an employee, management or my mom. I get more satisfaction having people understand what I need to explain as opposed to some jackass who wants to make themselves better by making others feel dumb. I still remember that one incident where that one guy was bugging the sales guy at an EB Games about games for Linux. All I wanted to say to that guy was “Move out of your parent’s basement asshole”.

Oh I’ve run into a snag with trying to start up the podcast started again. It seems that I can only record half the conversations on my Vonage VPhone. I’m still working on it and I’m hoping to have the problem solved in the near future. I honestly believe that it can’t be that hard to fix. I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.

Now there are 15 minutes left until I get to go home and I wonder why the heck I should come in tomorrow or Friday? Something about responsibilities I guess. I think it has something to do with dealing with the same crap over and over again. It just makes you not want to get out of bed in the morning. I wonder if porn stars have that problem. The look at the alarm clock and think “crap, I have 2 sex scenes to do today. Do I feel like getting laid today or just staying home and sleeping in?”

Crap. Why do people start calling me with problems 15 minutes before quitting time? Now I’m stuck with some overtime. Dammit. I just want to go home. So I’m ending this and calling it a day.

My 2 bytes.