I hate my car!!

I hate my car!!
So this weekend, we were supposed to go out to Radium BC for a little RnR. The plan was for about 8 of us to go including 2 kids ages 5&7. They are the kids of a co-worker of my wife. So before we even go 3 people back out because of the stupidest reasons, don't worry Zibby you aren't included in here. So we are down to 5. That's fine it just means that it will be me and my bro in my car cause the co-workers car is a piece of shit and wouldn't make it. At the time I didn't know mine a piece of shit as well. So Friday morn we load up the cars and start to head out of the city. We get about 20 min out of the city and then my car decides that it's had enough of this shit and starts to die.
To keep it simple, the motor is shot. It has been burning oil but it decides that it was going to eat oil on this day. I pull over and check the oil, absolutely nothing on the dipstick even though I checked the day before and topped it up.
So basically I was running the car with no oil and came very close to seizing up the engine. Not a good thing to do.
I call my wife who is a head of us and tell here what's going on and tell her that we are heading back into town. We decide to rent a car(yes that's the car we rented) and then head back out to Radium. What a shit show. Kinda like my work but that's another story for another time.

It's time!?!?!?

So when do you know when it's time to change jobs?

Is it when your boss/supervisor is a total and utter idiot?

Is it when you wake up in the morning and dread the thought of going in that day?

Or is it when the shit show that you call work becomes so ridiculus with all the office politics and cliques, that the thought of going in makes you want to grab you boss by the throat and trottle them till the turn blue, then you throw them down and stomp on their guts till they come out their nose!?!?!?!

Yeah its probably the first one.

Weird day

So today seemed just like any other day. I woke up wandered blurry eyed to the bathroom. I came out, tripped over the cat; this is normal cause he waits for me right outside the door and then runs into my feet so that I notice him; reached down to pet then went into the bedroom to get dressed. Go downstairs get a glass of juice then get my lunch together. Go back to the bathroom and get ready for work. Feed the cats their breakfast, scratch the back of their necks and rub their bellies. Go downstairs put on my shoes and coat, kiss my wife goodbye and wish her a good day. Drive to work, stop at Starbucks and get my coffee so that I feel human on the drive to the C-train. Get on the C-train and ride it to work staring mindlessly out the window drinking coffee. Usually I read a book on my way but I finished the one I was reading last night.
Get to work so good morning to people on the way to my desk and then sit down and turn on my comp. The morning passes as usual, stack of paper waiting for me to process, work on that, go to get coffee with some people from the office, come back and push some more paper around.
At lunch this girl that I go to coffee with asks if I want to join her and some others for lunch, sure thing. We meet in the lobby and find out that there is a miscommunication about where we are going to eat. Some want Crapdonald's, some want a sausage from the street guy others want Chinese or something. I opt for the sausage cause, well, its Crapdonald's after all. So it ends up being just me and this girl going to the sausage guy. We get lunch then head up to Devonian Gardens* to eat cause it flippin cold out. We eat lunch then decide to walk around Devonian because she hasn't been here in 4 years or something. We walk around looking at the people, the fish, the birds, etc. Then we walk down one of the side paths and look out one of the windows that look out on to the street. This girl turns to me and says quite casually that 'Its too bad that your married cause this would be a good place to make out'.
I'm speechless! I mean what do you say in this situation?!?! Ahh yeah it's uhh to bad huh?
Needless to say I didn't say to much on the way back to work but she acts as if nothing weird just happened. Just talks about her trip home for Easter, work and the other mindless stuff co-workers usually talk about. Meanwhile my mind is still trying to process this information and trying to figure out how I can hang around with her after this.

Anyone out there got any ideas??


* Devonian Gardens for those of you that don't know is a indoor garden on the forth floor of TD Square(mall) here in Calgary

Is this a generational thing?

The reason for the title is that the person I write about is 22 and I am 32 so here it goes.
So I was just reading a blog that a fellow co-worker writes in from time to time. She was going on about how we all have to cooperate in order to survive in this world. To quote her:

Without cooperation bitterness and resentment for the entire human race can build up in even the most sincere and servant-hearted people. Without Cooperation, one individual will have to carry the enitre weight of a project, and tire more easily than if there were someone helping.

She then goes on to bitch about how someone didn't help push the revolving door she was going through. Now I understand that there are some out there that have a fear of germs and shit like that but I did agree with her on this one until she said this:

I wasnt going to let myself be taken advantage of like that. NO SIREY BOB! and because a revolving door does not move without the push of the passangers, it slowed to a stop.

Is it just me or she just doing what she was complaining about in the first place? From here point of view shouldn't she have just smiled at the lady and kept on pushing that damn door so that she could get to work? But no she had to lower herself to the level of disgust she just spewed about ealier.
Sometimes the next generation makes me very afraid to live in the world of my late years when people like this will be the ones making the decisions that will affect me at that time in my life.

AHHHHHH sometimes I just have to shake my head and think, do you even know what your talking about???

Monday Sucks

There is nothing like coming back to work after a long weekend. I mean ijust basically sucks. You have to come in and listento all of the stories by your co-workers about their lame weekend(not that mine was any better), its just that on mondays all I want to do is come in to work sit down at my desk and not start my work. Its the people who come into work that are all happy, cheerful and glad to be here ones that really make me sick.

I don't know what it is about this makes me feel this way maybe its because my weekend sucked?? Nah that can't be it. Is it because their life is full joy and merriement??? Nah!! I think that they are just trying to make what was a shitty weekend for them better.


I don't know maybe i can explain it with a little more research. Till then play safe.

Oh man now I've seen everything

I thought that i had pretty much seen or heard of anything weird in the universe, thanks to the miracles of the web, but this takes first prize.
It can't be explained.

See it

Here

What The??

Sometimes I just have to much time on my hands at work and I find stuff like this:

http://www.theregister.co.uk/2005/03/08/high_school_zombie_threat/

New Link

Just added a link to a blog by an intern that works for the 'Daily Show' I think?
Pretty funny. Check it out if you get a chance.

SHARTED???

Have you ever had one of those farts that have a little more substance to them and you aren't sure if you just shit yourself or not?

Yeah me either.


From 'Along Came Polly'
Sandy Lyle: Reuben, I'm in a situation here. We have to leave now.
Reuben Feffer: No. Can we stay a couple more minutes?
Sandy Lyle: Dude, no. This is serious. I just sharted.
Reuben Feffer: I don't know what that means.
Sandy Lyle: I tried to fart and a little shit came out. I just sharted. Now let's go.
Reuben Feffer: You're the most disgusting person I've ever met in my life.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Happy St.Patrick's Day!!!

Who Was St. Patrick?
St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, is one of Christianity's most widely known figures. But for all his celebrity, his life remains somewhat of a mystery. Many of the stories traditionally associated with St. Patrick, including the famous account of his banishing all the snakes from Ireland, are false, the products of hundreds of years of exaggerated storytelling.

Taken Prisoner By Irish Raiders

It is known that St. Patrick was born in Britain to wealthy parents near the end of the fourth century. He is believed to have died on March 17, around 460 A.D. Although his father was a Christian deacon, it has been suggested that he probably took on the role because of tax incentives and there is no evidence that Patrick came from a particularly religious family. At the age of sixteen, Patrick was taken prisoner by a group of Irish raiders who were attacking his family's estate. They transported him to Ireland where he spent six years in captivity. (There is some dispute over where this captivity took place. Although many believe he was taken to live in Mount Slemish in County Antrim, it is more likely that he was held in County Mayo near Killala.) During this time, he worked as a shepherd, outdoors and away from people. Lonely and afraid, he turned to his religion for solace, becoming a devout Christian. (It is also believed that Patrick first began to dream of converting the Irish people to Christianity during his captivity.)

Guided By Visions

After more than six years as a prisoner, Patrick escaped. According to his writing, a voice—which he believed to be God's—spoke to him in a dream, telling him it was time to leave Ireland. To do so, Patrick walked nearly 200 miles from County Mayo, where it is believed he was held, to the Irish coast. After escaping to Britain, Patrick reported that he experienced a second revelation—an angel in a dream tells him to return to Ireland as a missionary. Soon after, Patrick began religious training, a course of study that lasted more than fifteen years. After his ordination as a priest, he was sent to Ireland with a dual mission—to minister to Christians already living in Ireland and to begin to convert the Irish. (Interestingly, this mission contradicts the widely held notion that Patrick introduced Christianity to Ireland.)

Bonfires and Crosses

Familiar with the Irish language and culture, Patrick chose to incorporate traditional ritual into his lessons of Christianity instead of attempting to eradicate native Irish beliefs. For instance, he used bonfires to celebrate Easter since the Irish were used to honoring their gods with fire. He also superimposed a sun, a powerful Irish symbol, onto the Christian cross to create what is now called a Celtic cross, so that veneration of the symbol would seem more natural to the Irish. (Although there were a small number of Christians on the island when Patrick arrived, most Irish practiced a nature-based pagan religion. The Irish culture centered around a rich tradition of oral legend and myth. When this is considered, it is no surprise that the story of Patrick's life became exaggerated over the centuries—spinning exciting tales to remember history has always been a part of the Irish way of life. )

This was to good not to post.

I think the resembelance is spot on!! 

New news is good news

So here it is my first post on my brand spanking new blog. Can you feel the joy, the sense of accomplisment, the sense of future world domination?!?! All these things can happen with a blog, or so 'they' would tell you. WHo are 'they' you ask? They are them and them are they. The people who through one form or another try and make you think like them through postings of their rants, tirades and just general opinionitist feelings(i don't know it just sounded right).

If I could figure out how to get pics on here this is where I would put a older cartoon of the 'man of the year'. I won't go into any details cause it will be here someday. To read some more alternate news on 'The Man' check this site out, http://www.alternet.org.


So my buddy from back home, who know who you are, was going to come here to the 'Land of No taxes and No Services' but on last Friday he got a very unpleasent surprise. Jetsgo, whom he had his tickets through, went tits up and declared bankruptcy!! It doesn't really surprise me that they went under, the airline sucked ass but the kicker is that they were selling tickets right up until the final moment before they closed the doors. Sucking in as much revenue as they could to counter the losses that had been mounting for quite some time. Another point in this story is that the man who runs Jetsgo has done this before as head of Canada 3000. Who'd of thunk it!!