It's nice to be missed....

Ahhhh.. another hard day at work.
Tomorrow looks to be much the same, so I need to steel myself for the oncoming rush of.... well, nothing.
Maybe I'll be able to do my job. Maybe not... either way I have some plans to wile away the 10 laborious hours. Mostly involving small unit tactics in an urban environment....
I hate that I don't get to use my military training in 'the real world'. But!!! Get me a Costco sized bag of elastics, and a few willing slackers... and I think I can arrange old school king of the hill type stuff. muahahahhaah...
Coming back to work was definitely a decision hard to come to. I think I made the right choice for the short term because you know, being paid is nice, but moreso to keep the brain occupied. That mass of gray matter upstairs, besides feeling squooshy and keeping our heads from being lopsided, is pretty impressive overall... and when you get bored... you notice how impressively restless that stuff can get.
Or maybe it's me and my A.D.D. *shrug*
Either way, It's nice to be missed, and just being back and touching base with alot of my work friends has helped me reaquaint myself to the rigors of the job. Especially touching to hear so many people saying the same thing... "glad to have you back, we missed you."
The job sucks. It's the people that help a person stick to it...and it honors me to know that others may see me as such....
....either that or they see my anti-establishment attitude and rebellious nature and figure... when this guy goes..he's gunna go BIG, and it's gunna be great!!!

.... fuckers.

Heheh... alas, I am too cunning and tricksy to let that happen. a one dollar bag of elastics has provided me with weeks of entertainment, so I think I'm ok for my job...besides that, I strongly feel that a lobotomized sea turtle could do my job with the proper incentive (IE Do this job or I boil you and feed you to starving kids in africa).
Um... Thats not how they got me to do my job. Just for the record. If anyone asks...it was the bonus...and the environment of friendly and equitable people. WINK WINK

I digress.

Simply... It's nice to be missed by people that you yourself have missed, even if you do not happen to see these folks often, the impact is realized.
And today was a little bit easier than yesterday, although she still came up more often than I liked, and I found myself thinking of her still.... It's getting easier. Doesn't sting so much anyway.

But hey, whatever right? Who needs women when I have a bag full of elastics.....

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Why did that last comment sound vaguely pornographic?

Comments

Unknown said…
If you think a lobotomized sea turtle could do your job, you should see mine.
15 November 2007 at 15:43
Zammer said…
Well... I would say so if all you do all day is walk blind people into walls and laugh at em... you savage!
16 November 2007 at 15:31
Unknown said…
hahahah that's never NOT going to be funny! Straight into the friggin wall hahahha
18 November 2007 at 09:04
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