Vents: Random Acts of Venting!

[The Troll]

  We had a group of engineers who thought that skilled workers could fix anything without a blue print, parts list or parts.  What is so bad it didn't happen once in awhile.  It happen every week with the same engineers.

  But it was amazing that we could do so much with so little, we got were we could fix anything with nothing.   

[Sandy Eggo]

Wow, Sandy, did your last post hit home with me.

Can't tell you how many times I've been approached with a situation that is FUBAR and no lead time -- and, of course, with the expectation that I could do anything with nothing.

Just remember, Sandy, that, fortunately, we are capable of miracles comparable to the one on 34th Street -- on a regular basis.

We are THAT good.

Maybe you are, but I have serious concerns about this one. Of course my POC has been doing my job for 40 years and really could have done this herself. That's the feeling I was left with when I called to fill in the gaps of her incomplete information.

[Palehorse]

Well, we're just a little over a week from the obligatory trotting out of that living fossil, Dick Clark, for another year end rockin new years eve. . . 

If that guy gets more than 2 minutes on camera, I am going to projectile vomit all over my HD TV screen!!!!

Why do they keep forcing that guy onto camera every NYE? It's a sure fire buzz killer and is tantamount to discovering that it isn't crude oil floating in the punch bowl, but rather another BP product. (Bowel Production). . . 

[me]

I don't imagine they have to force him.  I think he really likes doing it and it's something he looks forward to every year.  Did he ever regain his speech?  I haven't watched that one since right after he had the stroke. 

Well, we're just a little over a week from the obligatory trotting out of that living fossil, Dick Clark, for another year end rockin new years eve. . . 

If that guy gets more than 2 minutes on camera, I am going to projectile vomit all over my HD TV screen!!!!

Why do they keep forcing that guy onto camera every NYE? It's a sure fire buzz killer and is tantamount to discovering that it isn't crude oil floating in the punch bowl, but rather another BP product. (Bowel Production). . . 

[Anne]

Last year he spoke a little and it was very mechanical, for want of a better word. You could definitely tell he has serious residual effects from the stroke.

[The Troll]

Well, we're just a little over a week from the obligatory trotting out of that living fossil, Dick Clark, for another year end rockin new years eve. . . 

If that guy gets more than 2 minutes on camera, I am going to projectile vomit all over my HD TV screen!!!!

Why do they keep forcing that guy onto camera every NYE? It's a sure fire buzz killer and is tantamount to discovering that it isn't crude oil floating in the punch bowl, but rather another BP product. (Bowel Production). . . 

  Yeah, old Dick is getting a little stale.  It's almost like Mary Hulman and Jim Nabors at the Indy 500.  I was beginning to think they were going  to wheel them out on hospital gurneys and have an electrical motor raise them up.  Like wirrrrrrrrrrr wirrrrrrr "Ladies and gentlemen start your engines" and then wirrrrrrrrr  wirrrrrrrr   "Back home again in Indiana:

   Wirrrrrrrr, Grind, grind, grind, Wirrrrrrr and then wheel them off the track back to cold storage.  Maybe they could do that with old Dick.   Wirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.   Happy New Year.

[Palehorse]

  Yeah, old Dick is getting a little stale.  It's almost like Mary Hulman and Jim Nabors at the Indy 500.  I was beginning to think they were going  to wheel them out on hospital gurneys and have an electrical motor raise them up.  Like wirrrrrrrrrrr wirrrrrrr "Ladies and gentlemen start your engines" and then wirrrrrrrrr  wirrrrrrrr   "Back home again in Indiana:

   Wirrrrrrrr, Grind, grind, grind, Wirrrrrrr and then wheel them off the track back to cold storage.  Maybe they could do that with old Dick.   Wirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.   Happy New Year.

I think they do! 

[Palehorse]

It happens every single year. . . A giant pack a jackals out scavenging from coast to coast.

Nothing like the materialistic morons to ruin a season of peace and good will toward all. . .

We ran out of coffee so I went up the road to Meijer. You'd have thought I was trying to buy gold the way people were acting like jackasses. I was standing right in front of the coffee I wanted to purchase, and as I was reaching toward the shelf to grab a container, some heifer shoved her big ass right between me and the shelving and just fucking stood there!

Only the fact my mother raised me to be a gentleman prevented me from administering a pimp slap and asking her if she needed glasses or something.

Instead I just stood there, and after she had her flabby hands on what it was she decided to purchase, and nearly bowling me over as she swung her zip code needing, wide load ass around, only then did she notice I was there. . . Friggin easter pig!

I grabbed my coffee and RAN out of that store as fast as my feet could carry me! And I was fully prepared to lower my shoulder and knock anyone getting in my way onto their ass, or stiff arm anyone trying to cut off my route to escape.

To market, to market, to slap a fat pig!
Home again, home again, jiggity, jig.
To market, to market, to slap a fat hog!
Home again, home again, jiggity, jog!

[Sandy Eggo]

It happens every single year. . . A giant pack a jackals out scavenging from coast to coast.

Nothing like the materialistic morons to ruin a season of peace and good will toward all. . .

We ran out of coffee so I went up the road to Meijer. You'd have thought I was trying to buy gold the way people were acting like jackasses. I was standing right in front of the coffee I wanted to purchase, and as I was reaching toward the shelf to grab a container, some heifer shoved her big ass right between me and the shelving and just fucking stood there!

Only the fact my mother raised me to be a gentleman prevented me from administering a pimp slap and asking her if she needed glasses or something.

Instead I just stood there, and after she had her flabby hands on what it was she decided to purchase, and nearly bowling me over as she swung her zip code needing, wide load ass around, only then did she notice I was there. . . Friggin easter pig!

I grabbed my coffee and RAN out of that store as fast as my feet could carry me! And I was fully prepared to lower my shoulder and knock anyone getting in my way onto their ass, or stiff arm anyone trying to cut off my route to escape.

To market, to market, to slap a fat pig!
Home again, home again, jiggity, jig.
To market, to market, to slap a fat hog!
Home again, home again, jiggity, jog!

I had a similar experience except it was salad dressing and I reached around her and grabbed my bottle. I was friggin' annoyed. I know she saw me there but I guess her need was more urgent. Until I decided, I stood across the isle and looked so people could also look. I decided, stepped forward and she shuffled in. Ahe hadn't decided yet and expected to block the way 'til she did. So I reached around her and grabbed my choice. She mumbled "I hate this" and I mumbled "If you were aware of the fact that you're not the only one in the store it would go smoother." She looked at me and I grinned. I like the pimp slap idea better. ;Di

[Palehorse]

Ouch. . . My head hurts a tad bit this morning. . . Wine anyone?

[me]

Ouch. . . My head hurts a tad bit this morning. . . Wine anyone?

[Palehorse]

Guinness drove that away! 

[me]

Guinness drove that away! 

eeeewwwww

[Palehorse]

eeeewwwww

Your taste in beer mirrors your tasgte in music I see! 

[me]

Your taste in beer mirrors your tasgte in music I see! 

I don't like any beer.