Part and Parcel

Some more gibberish, just for the sheer hell of it…………..

-There are days when you get up out of bed and really don’t feel like going to work. That inner voice inside your head tells you to crawl back into bed and spend the day there, with occasional trips to the bathroom and the kitchen to meet the biological needs of the body. Today was one of those days for me. Naturally, I ignored that inner voice and came to work anyway, early in fact.

-There is one person in my company who, if asked the secret of their success, should answer it this way. “Nepotism and fellatio. My cousin’s brother-in-law’s aunt’s second cousin knows someone high up in the company. My son also goes to the same school as the CEO’s kids do. That and that fact that I lost my gag reflex a long time ago. Sometimes, you have to suck a lot of cock to get ahead, but the trick is to suck the right cock. I’ve done that and more. Knee pads and Altoids also help.” Of course, this person would lie and say something about hard work and determination, but the truth is nepotism and fellatio are the real reasons. While I normally don’t try to hate anyone, karma being what it is, it’s really hard not to loathe this person. The person in question is also a racist (hates white people unless you’re an executive) and an utter swine.

-Every once in a while, I wear a wristband at work that wraps around my thumb and holds the wrist secure. Sometimes my wrist and the area around my thumb hurts, and the wristband helps a little bit with the pain. Part of getting older, I guess. Naturally, I get shit about it at work by my coworkers, the usual accusation being that I masturbate too much. Yes, we eat our own where I work, but in a good way. If they weren’t giving me shit, then something would be wrong. Of course, I give just as good as I get, which is why they feel it’s OK to do it.

-The Gorgeous One and I are still having issues with her medical treatment in the Philippines. Since the doctor in Manila screwed us over with the insurance company, she has taken all of the test results to see a doctor closer to her family home in the hope that this doctor can take care of what needs to be taken care of without costing us a fortune. The wife visited her yesterday, and this doctor said she cannot do the surgery due to none of the hospitals in that area being equipped to do the surgery. This doctor has now referred The Gorgeous One to another specialist, but the bottom line is that the surgery will have to be performed in Manila anyway, just not at the hospital we originally went to. Since we have no money to pay for a huge hospital bill, my wife is borrowing the money from her family. This hurts my pride pretty badly, because I want very desperately to be able to meet all of my wife’s needs without having to go to anyone for help. Because of the divorce, my credit sucks, so borrowing money is kind of out of the question.

-This afternoon was just fun. For those of us who do what I do for a living, there is nothing more challenging and enjoyable than wrapping your head around a technical issue and trying to figure it out. Troubleshooting and fault isolation can be hard on some people, but I love it. The reward is when you do figure it out and whatever it is that you’re working on starts to work the way it should. Forget about thank-yous from coworkers or bosses; the joy is in the doing.

Other that that, it’s a beautiful day here on the island of Guam, where the women are strong, the men good looking, and the children are all above average.