Unlike Moooooog35 over at Mental Poo, my week in review does not consist of blips from my posts from the past week.....
...because I haven't posted anything!!!!!
Yeah, I really have been busy not posting...
Monday was a normal work day after working 8+hours Sunday...
Which means, Monday I probably put in 4 good hours, because I was exhausted from Sunday...
Especially when the first email I read Monday morning informed me that some of the work I did Sunday was wasted because the writer forgot to tell me that the document that he said was done, really wasn't....
That did not put me in a good Monday mood...not that much does put me in a good mood on Monday.
Tuesday I worked a good long day, leaving the office just in time to get to the Rebel Mom meeting at the school.
There I found out that I did not miss the deadline to put an embarrassing baby picture of G-Man in the yearbook...
Payback time, G-Man....
You WILL be sorry about ratting your Mom out at Easter dinner...
Wednesday was work from home day...
It was a short work day...8 hours minus the two hours it took for my computer to reboot after it crashed around noon...
G-Man did ok at the meet considering ....
Me: What's the matter?
G-Man: Did you see how shitty I threw...or weren't you watching????
Me: So...you had a bad day....
G-Man: I wish I was running...I'm going to run if coach will let me....I'll be back...
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Me: So.....????
G-Man: I'm running the 200.
Me: Cool....
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Me ('cuz a Mom knows): What's the matter?
G-Man: My balls hurt.
Me: Okay - thanks for sharing.
G-Man: Really bad....I can't run....
Nothing like a night at home after a track meet with an athlete in a crappy mood because he did not do well throwing and could not run because his balls hurt....
Maybe if he had not been goofing around before the meet hurdling just to show someone he could....
And not quite making it over one of them....
But what do I know....
When the doc said rest...I thought he meant from everything that involves running...
Including jumping while running....
Anyway....
That brings us to today...
Which I will save for tomorrow...
Because I have to go put 25# of pork butt in the roaster....
So it gets done in time to be pulled...
LDBoy sent me this after one of my work-related rants...
It is too good not to share....
Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. The following is the text of an e-mail Rob sent his sister....
Hi Sue,
Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother.
Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you’ve been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it’s not so bad after all .
Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job.
As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It’s a wet suit. This time of year the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature.
It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose. Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I’ve used it several times with no complaints.
What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It’s like working in a Jacuzzi.
Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened.
The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit. Now, since I don’t have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn’t stick to it However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate.
When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my butt.
I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically.
Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet.
As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in the chamber.
The cream put the fire out, but I couldn’t poop for two days because my butt was swollen shut.
So, next time you’re having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt.
Now repeat to yourself, “I l ove my job, I love my job, I love my job.”
Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?
May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!!
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