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| FUCKED AGAIN! |  | Category: Work
Wednesday, October 8th, 2003 @ 07:22 pm
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 As far as the lack of posting as of late, I've been assed out busy at work, where I make the bulk of my posts, so there's that.
I suppose the title and picture says it all for those of you who remember my previous post of this nature. This time I'm headed off to the great sands of Virginia Beach to help people with our software as they try to handle claims for the huge ass fuck that was Hurricane Isabel. Foo is up there currently, and has been for about a week and a half, so I'm going to relieve him of duty.
Tomorrow, Thursday, I will be catching a plane to the land of fun, sun, and tech support. I have a hour and change layover in Detroit on the way, so at least I'll be able to tell people I've been there. Actually, if my itinerary stats put, I'll be able to say that I've been there twice due to the trip back. I am so fucking worldly.
Everybody keeps telling me that I could make this trip fun, get away from home for a few days, maybe try to hang out on the beach if I get some time away (doubtful, but I don't know). If it was anything like Kansas City, wherein I did almost nothing except for one hour a day, its possible, but I'm sure it will be nothing like that.
You see, there's quite a bit of senior management up there, and with senior and management being synonymous with "make a lot of money" and "which one is a hole in the ground and which one is my ass", I'm sure I'll keep quite busy.
Well, I'll supposedly have broadband in my hotel room this time, so I'll be sure to keep you informed from the trenches.
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| PRISONER'S LOG #001:003 | | Category: Work
Sunday, June 29th, 2003 @ 03:41 pm
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 After I voluntarily gave myself up for incarceration, I was airlifted to my new confinement. I arrived at my cell at somepoint in the night on Thursday, June 26th. I'm not quite sure when, time moves funny in this place.
My captors seem affable enough, and my cell even has a kitchenette -- It could be much worse, but it could be much better. Not soon after settling in, I began hatching my escape plan. That only lasted long enough for me to come to the realization that I was in Kansas City, a veritable Alcatraz. No man would dare escape, lest he risk death at the hand of mother nature's cruelest employee: boredom. My captors are cunning. They new no one would try to leave this godforsaken place simply because there is nothing to do anywhere else around here.
I needed to establish a connection to the outside world as soon as possible and I only had one means, the underground delivery system of theives and beggars: dial-up. This equipped me with a way to communicate with my contacts, but unfortunately getting real news from the outside is slow-going at best.
Sustanance is scarce, but when it comes, its usually barable fare. My rations last night consisted of grilled cattle meat, toobers with aged dairy products sprinkled on top, and a concoction of barley, hops and water allowed to fester. You can live off it, but trust me, no man in his right mind would choose to.
Well, that's about all I have time for right now, I opted for a work-release program that hopefully will get me back on the outside faster.
Viva La Resistance!
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| I'M OUTTA HERE! | | Category: Work
Wednesday, June 25th, 2003 @ 11:32 am
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Well, it seems I won't be boozin' it up around town this weekend. My gracious employer has deemed it necessary to fly me to Kansas ASS City to teach a bunch of folks how to use our application.
This is teh suck on so many levels. Not only will I be there a week (Thursday to Thursday) so I'll miss my weekend, but of all the places I could be going, I'm going to Kansas ASS City. Of course God couldn't have made it so this would take place in New York or Miami or someshit. Nope, its gotta be good ole KC, Missouri. You know what Missouri's famous for? HA! Neither do I! I can't even think of anything boring its famous for. Well, besides just being boring that is.
On the upside (well, its not really an upside, just a less dissapointing aspect), I will be back in time for my three day July 4th weekend. So, I suppose all debauchery described in my earlier post will have to be postponed until then.
Well, tip a drink to me in my absence and try to include my bored ass girlfriend in on your activities this weekend (except for you John).
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