Closet Extremist

Honey, I'm Home!

I know I'm a little late, but I still expect to have a warm supper on the table... I don't care if it's been two day's! Put it in the oven or something.

Sorry about that, gentle readers, but sometimes you just gotta put'em in their place. You know. (Quit crying and get me a damn beer!) Ahem.

So do you wanna see what a real life job-site looks like? Of course you do.

I'm standing out in the street keeping traffic from coming down the road. We are currently in the process of unloading an elevator from the back of a semi-truck. You can see the back of it in the lower right corner of the pitcher. I'd like you all to know that those damn things are heavy. It made me wish that we could have used this thing:

The only problem is that all of the parts have to go on the ground floor, and nobody is willing to cut a hole in the roof. (I'd have been willing, but I doubt that the Union welders would let me use their torch. Stupid Unions!) While all this is going on, I'm still standing out in the street being a traffic target. To illustrate a point of "knuckle-headedness" in the general public, I'd like to point out exhibit "A".

(BTW, you can click to enlarge any image I post.)

What would you do if you see this sight up a one-way street? That's what I thought, but there were several vehicles that drove all the way up to the barrier. Maybe they were hoping that we would move it because they were "special" or something. If they were so freaking "special", then I'd expect them to be riding on the "Short Bus", and not driving a frickin' Lexus. Idiots.

Also, my damn cell phone has been acting weird lately. Turning itself off, missing calls and voicemails (and not letting me know that something was missed, or a voicemail was left for 12 to 24 hours after the fact.), and just generally being a nuisance. This phone is an Audiovox CDM-400C, and to give you an indication of its age, Google didn't return a single page that referenced this phone. Not one. I mean it's been a good phone and all, but if it can't last for more than the seven years I've had it, then it must be a piece of crap. I mean, don't they make anything to last nowady's? Yeesh.

So my new phone is a Samsung sch-a650 and I still haven't figured out all the features. It's Twenty-Aught-Four already, so I figured that it was time for me to step into the "digital-age" with my communications hardware. (Hey! The old one was digital...first generation dual-mode, but it WAS digital!) So far I'm just tickled with the new telecommunications apparatus, and I really hope that it stays that way. I'd hate to have to bring the old one out of mothballs.

Yesterday I went down to the 'Rents houseboat to do some fishing...Five hours after I arrived, I actually got to put a line in the water. Meh. It's all good though, 'cuz that boat really needed a good Fall cleaning. I was there, so I was happy to pitch in and help get that sucker scrubbed from top to bottom. It took five hours because that "floating home" is better than seventy feet in length. What the hell. I got to spend the entire day with Dad and Mom, and I scored a free supper out, for helping them with the chores. Hell, I even caught more fish than they did. (A strange occurrance I assure you.) At least I got to sleep in 'till 8:30 am, what a slugabed I am.

This morning I slept in 'till 7:30 am. Still lazy, but improving. I got some laundry done, and caught up on a little blog reading. After the "darks" were done and the "whites" were in the dryer, the damn cat's (There's four) came careening into my living room, and jumped up on my little corner-shelf that stores my old audio tapes. Tapes go crashing all over the place, but I'm distracted (Brazilian Grand Prix had just started), so I figured that they were just playing, and went back to my race. I learned that this was no "game" when I heard the ungodly screeching of a bird (of some sort) coming from the corner where all the cats were.

After much throwing of cats and moving of furniture, I discover a wren that is apparrently wounded. Well I had to find a way to extricate the little bugger from the house, and the first thing that came to mind was to use the dust broom and pan to scoop him up and deliver him to the open skies. What did he do? WEnt under my TV. My 32 inch console TV. The one that weigh's 300 pounds, and only has a two-inch clearance at the back between the floor and the TV. Great! I'll just leave the booger under there until it dies, and clean up the mess later.

Just as the buzzer goes off, signifying that my "whites" were ready to come out of the dryer, I hear a tremendous fluttering sound from the corner. I turn and look, and find a suprisingly spry little wren sitting on top of my stereo speaker. He even had some cat fur still in his bill, so he gave as good as he got. This time I figured that I'd don my work gloves and grab him, so I could take him outside and free him. Unfortunately, my gloves were out in my van, so I had to go get them. I left the door wide open when I went to get'em, and you'd think that he would have split when he had the chance, but nothin' doin'. As I came back through the front door (Gloves on) he was sitting atop my corner shelf, and seemed to be taunting me. (his body language was: I just survived four cats. What have you got?) He let my outstretched hands get to within three feet of him before he figured out that I meant business, and made for the door. He's lucky that he split, 'cuz I think I could've taken him in a best "three out of five falls" competition. We'll never know now. (Stupid coward bird!)

Went back down to the docks, and got to spend time with my Brother-in-Law, fishing for whatever would bite. Visited with my Aunt and Uncle (Dad's sister and her husband) and got fed a Mexican Shrimp dip (I know it sounds strange, but it's damned good), and finally I headed home to get my "blog" on. All in all a very good weekend. I'm not used to them..weekends that is. I guess it's the benefit of finally going back to work at a "real job". So can anyone tell me what the difference is between a "real job", and something else? All the jobs I've worked were "Real" as far as I know.

Posted by Johnny - Oh at October 24, 2004 10:17 PM