Where I've been...

http://www.world66.com/myworld66
create your own personalized map of the USA

Ok, this doesn't explain why I haven't been posting recently. Its actually a map of all the states I've visited, not just driven thru, in the last 30 years. It may look impressive but the only places I've been outside of the US are Mexico and Canada. Not exactly a world traveller.

Frickin Suckamatash

I just discovered that a co-worker in my department has been working on the same friggin project I have been slaving over.

Let's just say I'm pissed.

My boss said that the co-worker had started it but didn't have time to finish it and he was tired of waiting for it. So I assumed that the pile given to me was where the co-worker had left off, not the orignal pile. I get about half way in after a couple weeks and I can't decifer what the procedure numbers are referring to and the hyperlinks are broken, so I decide to call the co-worker since the boss is unavailable to see if he can point me in the right direction. That's when we discover we're working the same project with different instructions as to how the final product should look.

I have worked hours and hours of extra time and set aside other projects and work to get this moving for my boss.

So I set the whole thing aside and a couple days pass before the boss returns and I tell him that I called my co-worker for some help on the project. He freaks out just a little. "I should have told him I was gonna have you take it over.... I didn't think to tell you the he didn't know you had the project in your hands..."

Whatever!

I finally finished a rough draft that apparently the two of them are going to work on at an off-site retreat of sorts.

I don't think I've ever been more bored while working my ass off. I haven't seen the last of this project but atleast now everyone knows who's doing what to it.

I wouldn't cross us

I've realized that at my company if you want to hang with the important people you'd better have a gun. Its not golf that will get you far but how well you can shoot (mostly clay pigeons).

So Big Daddy and I were out buying a new shotgun Saturday when Big Princess called saying that the old lady across the street's friend hit her truck and what should she do. I told her to call the non-emergency police number and see if they'd file a report over the phone or send someone out.

She called me back and said the police were going to come out and file a report and the old lady was mad that she'd called the police. Big Princess was pretty upset so I told her we were almost done with the paperwork and would come home.

While driving home I told Big Daddy "Wow, if the old lady was pissed that we called the police, wait til we get home and get out of the truck carrying a brand new shotgun. That ought to shut her up."