Plowing through the week
Too bad they can't predict the weather week-by-week a year at a time. Or even a month at a time. That way you could plan your vacation based on the nice week(which of course poses the potential problem of everybody wanting the nice week--which of course not everybody can have, but that's another blog).
I just had a week off, which I'd planned 3 weeks prior, which was nothing but rainy or overcast days. It stopped raining just long enough for me to mow my front lawn, and then went for pretty much my whole body of time off. Except for Sunday, the day before returning to work, which was sunny and beautiful. Every day since has also been sunny and beautiful. Why the hell can't I have those days?! But no-o-o-o, I get the shitty dismal-ass days..
Okay. Enough of my kvetching. So, yeah, back to work, it's a beautiful sunny morning(naturally, since I'm back to work- oh, sorry). We're heading to a Training Session, 4 of us from the office, and one individual, known for his earthy homespun humor, is getting on a roll. Being a down-to-earth individual, he has little patience for those who put on airs, and was kinda holding forth on the subject, in usual fashion.
"Yeah, you get these people who think they're hot shit on a stick when they're really just a cold turd on a toothpick!"
Well I don't know about your humeris, but mine sure got a kick out of that one. As did the other passengers. This is the same person who coined the term POETS Club, which stands for Piss on Everything, Tomorrow's Saturday. It's celebrated pretty much every Friday night by me anyway, and is referred to pretty much every Friday afternoon.
Sometimes the funniest thing in the world(or at least the most enduring)is that same old corny joke you make at the same time every week. Like the old Bullwinkle routine of "watch me pull a rabbit outa my hat!" "Again?!!"
The humor somehow transcends the situation, and certainly the repetetiveness of the joke. My Dad had a few lines like that, things that we as kids heard over and over(and over..)but was still funny. Actually even funnier after his passing, possibly because you appreciate them more now. Two of my favorites:
(1)"That's like the difference between Chicken Salad and Chicken Shit!"
(2)" I don't shit ice cream, son."
Well I guess today's gems reminded me of some of those past zingers. Many more such examples from the office and this individual exist, but they're really as much in the telling as anything. Thus much would be lost in the translation to blog, however faithful I may try to be to capturing each nuance of expression.
So, all told, not a bad day. Actually I'd rather work on a sunny day than a rainy one, as the disposition of our clients is usually much - well, sunnier. Harder to be in despair on a beautiful sunshiny day. And if you gotta work, it might as well be a nice day too.
And the jokes don't hurt either.
I just had a week off, which I'd planned 3 weeks prior, which was nothing but rainy or overcast days. It stopped raining just long enough for me to mow my front lawn, and then went for pretty much my whole body of time off. Except for Sunday, the day before returning to work, which was sunny and beautiful. Every day since has also been sunny and beautiful. Why the hell can't I have those days?! But no-o-o-o, I get the shitty dismal-ass days..
Okay. Enough of my kvetching. So, yeah, back to work, it's a beautiful sunny morning(naturally, since I'm back to work- oh, sorry). We're heading to a Training Session, 4 of us from the office, and one individual, known for his earthy homespun humor, is getting on a roll. Being a down-to-earth individual, he has little patience for those who put on airs, and was kinda holding forth on the subject, in usual fashion.
"Yeah, you get these people who think they're hot shit on a stick when they're really just a cold turd on a toothpick!"
Well I don't know about your humeris, but mine sure got a kick out of that one. As did the other passengers. This is the same person who coined the term POETS Club, which stands for Piss on Everything, Tomorrow's Saturday. It's celebrated pretty much every Friday night by me anyway, and is referred to pretty much every Friday afternoon.
Sometimes the funniest thing in the world(or at least the most enduring)is that same old corny joke you make at the same time every week. Like the old Bullwinkle routine of "watch me pull a rabbit outa my hat!" "Again?!!"
The humor somehow transcends the situation, and certainly the repetetiveness of the joke. My Dad had a few lines like that, things that we as kids heard over and over(and over..)but was still funny. Actually even funnier after his passing, possibly because you appreciate them more now. Two of my favorites:
(1)"That's like the difference between Chicken Salad and Chicken Shit!"
(2)" I don't shit ice cream, son."
Well I guess today's gems reminded me of some of those past zingers. Many more such examples from the office and this individual exist, but they're really as much in the telling as anything. Thus much would be lost in the translation to blog, however faithful I may try to be to capturing each nuance of expression.
So, all told, not a bad day. Actually I'd rather work on a sunny day than a rainy one, as the disposition of our clients is usually much - well, sunnier. Harder to be in despair on a beautiful sunshiny day. And if you gotta work, it might as well be a nice day too.
And the jokes don't hurt either.
posted by Roger U Roundly at 10:48 PM
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