It's time for me to make some changes to my blogroll. I think I'm gonna set up a blogroll of Georgia bloggers like Kelley, Henry Hanks (Dude, when are you getting off Blogspot?), Ricky West, and, of course, Acidman who is already on my blogroll. Look for the changes this weekend.
My sister and her husband left for Westville, South Carolina this afternoon. In the past two months, they have made three transcontinental trips from Redwood City California to Westville, South Carolina. They have driven two cars (one towing a trailor), a pickup truck, and a rental moving van. They have now officially vacated California. They are renting my brother-in-law's mother's house until they either buy or build a house in Asheville, North Carolina.
I spent two days on an emergency for TCIDNN (The Company I Dare Not Name) and got the systems ready for the user next week. He's doing testing the rest of the week, but I think I got everything working OK. As we would have lost $30K in revenue if I hadn't made these systems work, I'm a hero. My team lead said he would bring this up in the Wednesday Inquisition Meeting, but since I'm on my manager's shit list, it really doesn't do me much good.
Today, I started work on another urgent project that needs to be done by next week. This user has been bugging me since Monday, but I pointed out to him multiple times that he was in the queue, but right behind the other project. I've got about another two hours of work to do and he'll be ready to rock 'n' roll. Not sure exactly when I'll finish him up 'cause the physical therapist is coming at 9:00 tomorrow morning and Cindy is coming at 11:00 so we can go pick up her crapmobile at the crapmobile dealer. While we're out we're gonna take Scooter to the vet so he can be checked out. I'm gonna have him declawed. I know, it's cruel, but he is gonna be an indoor cat, and Doofus destroyed a lot of furniture that I'm gonna have to replace and I don't want to do it again.
Speaking of spending money on furniture, I got my tax cut in my last paycheck. It was $50. Since I get paid twice a month, I'll get an extra $100 a month. Ya know what I'm gonna do with it? I'm gonna spend it! I need a new BCD before my dive trip to Bonaire in September. I need some other dive equipment. I'm gonna stimulate the economy! And what I don't spend, I'll invest. I'll get richer! And do you know why I'll get richer? I'll do all the things that made me rich in the first place: I won't live beyond my means; I won't have children I cannot afford; and I'll save and invest my money wisely. And to all of you poor parasites, kiss my ass! Get yours like I got mine: Get an education, work hard, don't live beyond your means and save and invest.
Since my right hand is in a cast (coming off Monday) and I cannot walk or propel my wheelchair properly, I had to rent an electric chair to get around the house. The freaking battery charger is velcroed to the back of the chair and has a tendency to fall off. Who designed this thing? Tonight it fell off and the electric cord got caught in the wheels and got yanked out of the charger. Kiss my fucking ass! The goddamn power cord was only taped on in the first place (Have you dickheads ever heard of a plug?) and I'm not really too high on rewiring the thing. Even though I was an electonics technician and a computer technician in a previous life, I don't know if I should trust the color coding of these rocket scientists. So, I'm using my regular chair now. Assholes!
Yeah, I'm whining (I prefer to call it bitching). It seems that everytime sumpin' happens to me, it's worse than the pevious bullshit. I got a bad foot sore four years ago, but at least I was mobile. I could use my chair and drive. I got a bad sore on my ass, but I had two hands and could still walk. Who woulda thunk cutting a few fingers would put me out of commission for four weeks? I hate being a fucking cripple!
OK. I feel better now. And to Jacques who commented a few posts ago, I bet I pay more in taxes than you make, you worthless piece of shit! Kiss my ass!
Better post tomorrow. I promise.