It's Friday and the Big NEWS issssss......

That which was going to happen may in fact not be going to happen just yet, or maybe not at all.

Stay tuned as I will add more later today.

Let's just say that if one person in the company I work for says "yes", then the butthead I have to work with is going to be looking for a new job and the other butthead that has been with the company for 11 weeks, can you say "11 weeks" will be on the outs.

But then again, this is a large corporation, anything can happen and then again, nothing can happen.

Give me a week and I will tell you about the "11 week" guy........

Comments

Anonymous said…

The squirrel isn't going anyhwhere, does anyone know of nut friendly establishment in Fargo?
Or Sioux Falls?

I hate the Dakotas...

2:35 AM

Anonymous said…

I've been in North and South Dakota; there certainly should be lots of "nut bars" in those two states, I'd indulge heavily if I had to spend more then a couple of days there. How suirrel friendly they are is another question, is it small game season?

DG

8:00 AM

Me said…

I love hearing about corporate stories... it's like passing a train wreck. You cringe and it upsets you but you can't help but want to hear.

... let me tell you about the time we lost $260,000 due to a$$holes in the corporate world with their head up their ... oh, never mind.

9:17 AM

Wild cow and Druish Deities

I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved. Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California. 130 Miles 26% grade 9624 at the summit 4 hours to drive this route This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows. A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.

Today was a good day..

I'm flying home today from Phoenix, AZ. First good thing: I was moved from my favorite seat in coach to a window seat in first class. Second thing: The guy sitting next to me did not want to talk and left me alone on the flight. Third thing: The flight was smooth and on time. Fourth thing: I'm walking out of the gate area at the airport when a TSA guy calls me over and ask me if I wanted an item, because if not he was going to throw it away. And you know it would be darn shame to throw out a nice bottle of...... Yes, that is correct, a nice 750ml bottle of Sauza Tres Generaciones 100% Puro De Agave Tequila. I'm now very...very ........tanked. Thank you TSA. I'm a 40% by volume Woodchuck.

It seemed like a good ideal at the time...

The question has been asked and needs to be answered: So, you all know the type in high school, the "Jock". The Jocks ran my school like so many school around the country. And, of course, football players topped that heirarchy of the teen stratusphere. And this might come as a huge surprise to most, but I played Football. I had social responsibilities to up hold and order to maintain on campus. You might say we were the police, the law and order of the school. We patrolled the halls with an iron fist. The stoners stayed well behaved. The nerds were well protected in exchange for homework. Life was good. Then one sunny spring day a nice little "Miss Gloria Steinem wanna be," who wrote for the school paper, decides to write a story questioning the authority of the Football team. In this situation, most people would of course write a rebuttal. And this is exactly what we would have done, had any of us on the Football team been able to write. No luck on this one. Howeve...

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