I got an email the other day. I guess I found some time-capsule email deal last year and put something in to get sent this year. this is what it said:

[box]Here is the text of your message:

This note was written 9:30AM on 7 November 2005. You lost your job 4 November.



Its time to get another job.

It seems as though you can only go up.





It takes ten-thousand mosquito bites to kill an elephant.[/box]

Later that day (7 November 2005) I got a call from a dude I knew about the place I'm at now.

I used to have an insult that things were "too dumb to die" but that changed from an insult to my motto after last year.

I stopped by a towel store today (target) to purchase a towel.

A blue towel was lost this summer when me and some friends drank a bottle of vodka and went tubing down a river.
This is the river I think map
I don't know why I brought the towel in the tube with me, in hindsight it would be more strategerous to have left it in the car.

dammit it though it there wasn't 40 different towels to pick from.
I purchased a blue towel and got home and found out it is really a purple towel.


Don't fucking judge me by my towel

man it is crisp outside.


Back during the storm, when I was sleeping on peoples couches/floors, I lost my lucky knife. There is nothing lucky about this jackknife, its just more whimsical to say that it is.
I feel short an appendage without that thing. I have another one but its a leatherman and its too sharp and pointy.

I was thinking about how I got this knife. It was over a year ago. The maintenance tech (I forget the exact classification) used to go out to Home Depot and we would send him around lunch so he could pick Mighty up for us. A lot of times I would decide he needed supervision picking up paintbrushes and that was always nice to get away for at least an hour.
But he brought me back that knife one day and its been super useful since.

He called me up last week. He was one of the last people left at the old factory. It was not really a factory, more like a warehouse. He said the machines had been gone for a long time and the old timers, people who had enough seniority to still be there (15,20 years), just spend their days loading trucks to Mexico with the remaining inventory.



Once again let me rejoice in not being there. Fuck the blood (punching things), sweat, anguish, black boogers, and constant colds that place gave me.

I met up with some friends from college that were in town Sat morning.
My one dude makes about 2x what I make and has a house and a wife and (2) cars and has a closet full of nice shirts.
But sometimes he's bored at work and nobody works under him and he only works with like (5) other people.

I am a mess but I work with a million people and shit is always happening and will alwasy continue to happen. I work with a dozen people in our department and within the plant and with a few dozen mechanics. I deal with vendors and vice presidents and dumbasses.
Its up and down and it sucks and sometimes less-sucks.

We ended up taking different paths.
I bet we both think each other's job sucks, but I sure know that his bank account doesn't suck

I just toasted a 250 gig HDD. The power connecter I was using was this shitty one that is always hard to put in, so I didn't notice that I was putting it in backwards.

Fuck


The smell of the burning hard drive made me think of other smells I smell on a frequent basis.

Here is a [partial] list:
Grapes. It is grape season down in the Chautauqua area. you can smell them from the highway. It is also grape season at the juice factory, and there are lots of trucks of grapes coming through the place. This means there is no place to park.

Dog Food. There is a dog food factory on the way to work. Sometims you can get a big lungful of whatever they make dog food from. It has to suck for the people that live right there by the factory.
They say its all good stuff like rice and chicken but its more likely whatever is left on the floor of a hot dog factory. Which is lower than a chicken nugget factory. Which is lower than manure.


Juice. It can smell really good if they are running a good juice. There is this spiced cider that they are running that is really good latley. I alwasy walk by the line and pretend to inspect a bottle but I'm really just taking it to my juice stash.


Cookies. There is a little cookie factory in Silver Creek. I drive home through there sometimes. You can get a big bag of broken cookies for like $1. I always imagine that all the kids in that town are round faced and bright cheeked and bright copper kettles and brown paper packages tied up with string.


Elmwood. Elmwood alwasy smells good down here. Although the prevailing winds sometimes bring down some reek from Tonawanda

oh boy its great.

tonight I hung out with my boss' boss' boss. ( acutally he will be my boss' boss' boss' boss under a new org chart in the works.)

we drank beer and ate wings but I think the one thing that truly endeared him to me was when he said the words "fuck this shit."

I don't remember what it was about but it was like he could read my mind. Thats been my mantra for a while now.
I guess I'd rather a more constructive or positive creed, but thats summed up things for me, at least recently.




(e:imk2) you need to come over and stay on my couch or something. I only had (3) days w/o power so I'm down on your struggle

still no power

I'm on WiFi somone left open


need caffeine

as I turned north towards the city this evening, the sky was glaring.

There was a cloud that looked like a big clenched fist. Pointed towards Buffalo.
A lot of times I want to punch my computer at work when it freezes up running a query or looking at drawings over a network drive.
I wonder who would want to pummel Buffalo?


Actually its pretty silly to see objects in clouds and stars and tea leaves.
Its like a seashell at your ear, only instead of your heartbeat its your dumb big brain being reflected back. It takes three dots and people can see faces on Mars.


It is time to find a new job. Allready too? Yeah. Allready
Maybe someone in HR is reading The Art of War. ITs probably a stroke of genuis to tell people they are getting raises, or training, or vacation, and just not give it to them.

Clarity of vision is the most important thing in life.

Maybe its my meaning of life. Its whats on top of the Mountain.

Its hard to explain and it means different things to different people.
I used to work with a guy who used pills for his Clarity. It was some pill that pilots take so they don't have to sleep. I tried one of his Clarities once and it was ok.

People can help each other out with COV. If you get bogged down with something, you gotta talk it through with someone.
Me and my sister bounce Clarity off each other when we need to.

Where I am in life isn't important, as long as I can see it. See where everything fits in.

It was a blast seeing everyone Saturday. Although it was more of a sprint than a marathon for me I guess. Heretowith I resolve more marathons than sprints for future Strip-related events.
Also, a kind thank you to the dear ladies who escorted me out of the elements and into a warm bed.


I was crouched down behind a machine today (actually wedged between two machines), checking out a sprocket and forgot there was a big bracket for an air cylinder right above me.
I stood up and really cracked my cranium really good.
(For those wondering, it was a 42 tooth Type B taper-lock sprocket, 3/4" pitch. The bushing was a 2012 with a 1 1/2" bore. We had the bushing in stock but I had to order a sprocket. The bushing was broken and the loose fit was causing an axial clutch to kick out. This is what I do at work.)

But my head has been aching since and I couldn't find any damn aspirin at work all day.

I find myself with a generally poor outlook to going to work in the morning latley, so its fortunate that I have a day off Friday.
I was going to DC but that got cancelled, maybe for the better.

I think getting that damn day off was a stroke of genius.

today I saw a car downtown with a Guam liscense plate