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Back in July of 06 I shaved my head. By the way I seem to be the only one that really liked it. I did it because I was running in a 5K race and I wanted to be able to stay cool. Shorty54666 really didn't for whatever reason. I thought I looked kind of like &lt;a href="http://starophileimages.free.fr/wallpapers/vin_diesel_006.jpg"&gt;Vin Diesel&lt;/a&gt;. Okay not so buff. Well I figured that I would go from one extreme to another. I decided to grow my hair out. Well six months later I had a long head of hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking to myself that it must be getting really long for me because people at work are always commenting on oh it looks good now that it is out of the shaggy faze. That should have been my red flag that it wasn't good. You know how you can look in a mirror and see your reflection and you can tell whether you look presentable or not? Well let me give you a little advice. We see what we want. I thought my long hair was looking good until I got the picture of all pictures taken. I went to go get my new drivers license. (Motorcycle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Side note...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The BMV is not busy at all in December for some reason. I went in at 9:30 and was out of there at 9:45, and that involved getting new plates for my car, and a drivers license. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to my story...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well as I was saying I received my new license and as everyone does I wanted to know what my picture looked like. OMG, I look like shit. I mean like I just rolled out of bed, or maybe got into a wrestling match. So that was it. The back and forth with myself on to cut it or tuff it was over. Finally it was over. I went later that night and went and got it cut. Pictures will be up soon on myspace to sport my new look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9420835-1247510921995096769?l=blogginmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1247510921995096769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9420835&amp;postID=1247510921995096769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/1247510921995096769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/1247510921995096769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-scalp-or-not-to-scalp.html' title='To Scalp or Not to Scalp'/><author><name>Daws122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004860152666747697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c216/daws122/Dave2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9420835.post-6587374282582783474</id><published>2006-11-20T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T07:28:46.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night As A Homeless Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Time is my enemy and my f&lt;/span&gt;riend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all begins on the night of November 18Th, 2006. I was working at TWC. It was a long eight hour shift. Had a $1,000 sale I was working extra hard to make an extra buck. Well while I was working I did know that the new Nintendo Wii was coming out the next day. On Friday there were massive lines for the PS3. So naturally there should be lines for the Wii. So while I am working I send Kim out to check on the lines. Best Buy had a line and there were only two or so people at Target. So in my mind Target was the place to be after work. It was about 9:45 when I arrived. Cold, so cold out. There was eight people a head of me in line. I knew that if I was going to make it all night I would have to be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T-Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Long Sleeve Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweatshirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wind Breaker Jacket (water proof)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Down Winter Jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ecco Shoes (Gortex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wool Skull Hat ( skull for intimidation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two sets of Gloves (winter, leather)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two Blankets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Backpack for of goodies to keep me awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that is a list of supplies to be out all night in November. Yes it could be better but for short notice I think it kicks ass. So I get to my spot setup my chair and start talking with the guy next to me who is just wearing a light Timberland jacket and that is it. I was like man you should go in Target real quick and get a chair. He was like Nah, I'll be okay. I'm tough. Well from his accent I could tell he was a New Yorker. A real tough guy you know' Well instead of sitting and freezing I start the pacing, walking, anything to stay active. Not to long after arriving I give Amanda a call, and it wasn't a few minutes latter that Amanda is pulling up with her Entourage with my Hot Chocolate. She was going out parting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I was feeling pretty good after that. Then an hour or so goes by. I start to get bored. So I call up Annaka &lt;strong&gt;aka&lt;/strong&gt; Canadian Boy Slayer. After talking with her she decides to come visit me dragging along Cassidy. But before she does I ask if she can bring me some more supplies. At this point I am getting cold. My legs were frozen. As a good friend would she goes to my house for the extras, an even better wife Kim gets all the stuff together for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New List&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Down Blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flannel Pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I get my gear on and all of a sudden I am getting hungry. A hot cheese burger is sounding sweet about now. So as a homeless person would do I ask for one. Annaka agrees to get me one. This is where things start going down hill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For one that cheeseburger had no cheese. That is brutal you know when you are craving something and you just can't fill that void. Well Annaka and Cassidy hung for a while till Cassidy got cold. It then turned into my time to bunker down, get situated and relax. I wanted to use the least amount of energy to stay warm. You know sitting in the cold is mostly mental, so it doesn't help when you have a guy from NY saying "Man is it fucking cold" every 5 minutes or so. Well then I break the cardinal rule when you're in an uncontrolled situation. I say "Well we will be fine just as long as it doesn't rain, staying dry is key" It wasn't more then 20 minutes later and it starts raining. What a nightmare. Now I am soaked, and cold with now umbrella. I put my down blanket in the car and try to tuff it out hoping it stops raining. It soon does and I pull out my blanket and try to just relax. I did end up taking two fifteen minute naps. Always to be woken up by the beer drinkers down the line saying "You're gonna pay $250 to play Donkey Kong, No Fucking way!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I couldn't help myself but I do it again. I call out and say well if it stays like this we will be fine. At least the wind isn't blowing around. Here comes my black cloud, the wind picked up blowing every ones traps and umbrellas. Lets just say I wasn't every ones favorite person right then. Hours went by like that and eventually I did make it through this experience getting a Wii 9th in line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Special Thanks to :&lt;/u&gt; Kim, Annaka, Amanda, Cassidy. For you if it weren't for you I would be cold, sick, hungry, and most possibly dead&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9420835-6587374282582783474?l=blogginmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6587374282582783474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9420835&amp;postID=6587374282582783474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/6587374282582783474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/6587374282582783474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-night-as-homeless-person.html' title='One Night As A Homeless Person'/><author><name>Daws122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004860152666747697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c216/daws122/Dave2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9420835.post-2017405817578048961</id><published>2006-11-06T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T06:31:46.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Your Daddy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Gray is Growing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was Saturday, 11/4/2006, a very busy day was planned. Zoe had ballet and Kim was getting her teeth cleaned. I had work that day so when I woke up in the morning it was straight to getting ready for the day. I am required to wear a step above business casual at TWC where I sell shoes. So I take Zoe to her ballet class and while I am starting to read my new book by Max Brooks. &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/crown/zombiesurvivalguide/"&gt;"The Zombie Survival Guide"&lt;/a&gt; (check it out) and I swear people are loud on purpose. But this guy has this pager thing and it is making this god awful buzz, ring, bling sound. Any normal person when they heard that would grab the pager and see who it was. Well not this guy. It goes off for a good twenty minutes. Try reading with that going on. Well at the same time this little kid is playing with the door to the building. Guess what is going off when the door is opened and closed another bell. Well when the mother finally gets on her kid to sit down and tells her kid that they were making an annoying bell go off well that is when the guy grabs his pager. Thank god he gets it. Well five minutes later it goes off again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's things like this that make my hair gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy Duties...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After Zoes ballet I take her over to see Kim while she is getting her teeth cleaned. Of course she isn't done yet so I asked to go back and see her. (This is the coolest dentist office ever) So the front desk shows me to the back were Kim is sitting in her nice chair looking out the huge window. Zoe and I sit down and wait to see how long it will take due to I have to go to work soon. While I am sitting there the dentist comes in and this is one that I have never met before. She is a younger woman that looks new to her profession so I say hello when our eyes make contact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daws122&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dentist:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello, how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daws122:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Good and you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dentist&lt;/strong&gt;: Great! So your daughter is getting her teeth cleaned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daws122&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Ahh? Daughter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dentist&lt;/strong&gt;: Ahh? Yeah, Kimberly is your daughter right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daws122&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Hmmm... No she is my wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dentist&lt;/strong&gt;: OMG, I am so sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daws122:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wow, do I look that old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well now it is official I am an old man. When your own wife is mistaken for your daughter you know that father time has slapped you in the face. I think I can actually feel the gray growing now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby Names that we are considering: Amy, Elly, Izzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9420835-2017405817578048961?l=blogginmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2017405817578048961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9420835&amp;postID=2017405817578048961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/2017405817578048961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/2017405817578048961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/2006/11/whos-your-daddy.html' title='Who&apos;s Your Daddy?'/><author><name>Daws122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004860152666747697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c216/daws122/Dave2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9420835.post-5319290939016933359</id><published>2006-10-26T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T06:48:22.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="www.scion.com"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/35/1150/200/scion%20tc%20rear.0.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scion Tc&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey everyone I am getting a new car. I am going from a Honda Element to this great new Scion Tc. I had to get it ordered. I can't wait to drive it. It is a five speed. I did just get the bones version except I upgraded the sterio to the Ipod version.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am getting it in the Flint Mica color. I will update the pictures as soon as I get the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9420835-5319290939016933359?l=blogginmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5319290939016933359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9420835&amp;postID=5319290939016933359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/5319290939016933359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/5319290939016933359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-new-car.html' title='My New Car'/><author><name>Daws122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004860152666747697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c216/daws122/Dave2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9420835.post-4551770441290280494</id><published>2006-10-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:54:25.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Chat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever Notice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/35/1150/1600/Steve2Faced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/35/1150/200/Steve2Faced.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ver Notice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how people act? It's called 2 faced. You know when people act and say things when they are around, and then say and act a totally different way when they are behind your back? It's Kind of like this picture. Usually it is someone that is nice and then they get evil. Not alot of times do you see someone nice to you and then plan dull behind your back. It just doesn't make a lot of sense. Are people this way because they are just mean or are they depressed? Would it be fair to call it multiple personality? I think my boss is this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Example:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have worked in my company for just about 2 years now.  When I first started to deal with him he would be all stern voice, showing his authority and coming down on me when I would make a mistake. Then he would turn around and talk with my other boss like I was the most trusted one he works with. Let me tell you this is such a mind *uck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On top of the he doesn't even know my name. He calls me by my last name which he thinks is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dobson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't have a clue where he got that name. Get this no one even has the courage to correct him. So he speaks about me and I don't even get any credit for it. Is this nuts or what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever Notice...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am surrounded by certain numbers in my life. They are 2, 6, 12. I can't seem to get away from these numbers. Today I checked my horoscope and my number was 2. Insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need a new job. I feel like I am not challenged enough here. I am everyones Bitch. I am doing all the work that no one else wants to do. I have to admit that I do things that are positive and I never complain about doing it. But come on! This is crazy. I am in a dieing company that doesn't have any plans to change its ways and I am stuck in the middle of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do have to say that I am looking for a new place of work. Everything that I do find that I know I am qualified for I get nothing. No responce. I know that all I have to do is get a chance to prove that I can make it happen. Untill then i am going to keep banging my head against this computer hoping it will make it all go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9420835-4551770441290280494?l=blogginmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4551770441290280494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9420835&amp;postID=4551770441290280494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/4551770441290280494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/4551770441290280494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/2006/10/random-chat.html' title='Random Chat...'/><author><name>Daws122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004860152666747697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c216/daws122/Dave2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9420835.post-9175111721851808098</id><published>2006-10-12T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:22:39.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraines, More Then a Headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Are you suffering from Migraines?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Migraines are one of my biggest problems. I have to say that I suffer from them. Yes, I went almost 26 years of my life without getting one. I was one of thoughs people who thought I have had one of these before in my life. Now that I have had a Migraine I now know that what I used to get as a young kid was just a tension headache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is a Migraine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A migraine is a headache that is severe pain felt in the front, back, and sometimes both areas of the head. It mostly can be felt in the front of the head near the eyes or the ears and or temples. A severe migraine can cause nausea, and vomiting. You can become very sensitive to light and sound. Most migraines start in the morning and can last any where from 2 hours to 2 days. More migraines occur in woman then men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Causes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are many things that can cause a migraine. To find what triggers your migraines you should keep a migraine diary. Write down what you were doing, what time of day, eating habits, lighting, sounds, everything that could trigger your headaches. Here are a list of triggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lack of Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bright Light or Loud Sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stress or Anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weather Changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chocolate, Alcohol, or Nicotine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some Foods, or Food Additives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MSG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hormone Changes before Menstrual Cycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Types&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are many types of Migraines. Most people have the common, or classic migraine. The Classic Migraine tends to have visual symptoms 10 to 30 before the migraine attack. This is known as "Aura". I always get Aura before my migraines attack me. It isn't a pleasant feeling. It feels alot like being on a boat in really high waves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blurry lines, flashes of light, or zigzag lines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blind spots or even the loses vision for short periods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Common migraines tend to not have Aura and mostly have nausea, or vomiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treatment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I have been told by my doctor that there isn't a cure to the migraine. There are ways to help the pain caused by one. For myself the best treatment is sleep. Sometimes a cool compress for my forehead. I have been given some medicine that has to stay out of the sun light. That medicine didn't help me to much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cool compress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doing relaxing exercises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eating healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Massage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Medicines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some websites that will give you more information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ninds.nih.gov/"&gt;National Institute of Neurological Disorders and Stroke (NINDS), NIH, HHS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwwachenet.org/"&gt;American Council for Headache Education (ACHE)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahsnet.org/"&gt;American Headache Society&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.migraines.org/"&gt;Migraine Awareness Group: A National Understanding For Migraineurs (MAGNUM)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.headaches.org/"&gt;National Headache Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please don't forget to look at the links on the side of the page to also find information about migraines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9420835-9175111721851808098?l=blogginmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/9175111721851808098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9420835&amp;postID=9175111721851808098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/9175111721851808098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/9175111721851808098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/2006/10/migraines-more-then-headache.html' title='Migraines, More Then a Headache'/><author><name>Daws122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004860152666747697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c216/daws122/Dave2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9420835.post-3055915858685013507</id><published>2006-10-04T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T05:43:26.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Untouchable, Why Don't I Agree</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today at &lt;strong&gt;(I will leave blank)&lt;/strong&gt; they started to let people go. By letting go I mean fire people. The unknowing souls that got there lives changed didn't even see it coming. This is crazy. There is a thick feeling of shock and awe. ( Some one tell Bush this is how its done) There are a few Untouchables in the office that didn't seem to mind. Laughing and having a good time. Where the others, weren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do I feel like the phones are being monitored and the emails be checked? It went from being a fun safe work place to... Well lets just say that it isn't as fun. I have been told that I am an &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/untouchable"&gt;untouchable&lt;/a&gt;, why don't I agree? I see a lot of people looking at me as if I am wearing one of those bulls eyes.  People seem to be really shocked but there eyes tell another story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its starting all over. The President is in today. As I walked in the building at 8:03 am I was thinking just get to your desk and get busy. No one will notice you walked in 3 min after. As I am walking in,  I see many other people walking in a little late too. It was storming pretty bad out. So I thought I would hide in line like ants, no one should notice me. As I turn the corner and make it to the danger zone of the long hallway I think this is it I can make it. Put it in high gear and go. To my surprise, I look up and there is someone walking towards me. Oh shit, its the President of the company. (What to do, what to do? I could make a B line to the mail room. No just keep walking he wont notice you. Then I take good look at him, our eyes meet and we both have the same look on our faces)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are practically wearing the same outfit. Same color shirt, pants, and same color shoes. Oh man just my luck that I decide to be the CEO's twin today. As he walks in my direction he says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frank:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello Dave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daws122&lt;/strong&gt;: Hello Frank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frank:&lt;/strong&gt; (In an awkward tone) Looking good today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daws122:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks, you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then he holds out his hand to shake mine. (thinking to myself: Firm, not to firm but firm hand shake) So when I put my hand in his I grab tight and squeeze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POP! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That was the noise I hear from his hand. Damn I hurt the guy I thought. What am I doing? I squeezed like there was juice coming out of his hand. He says nothing but why don't I feel okay. Instead of looking at him to see if it hurt I turned and took off to my off where I have been since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are in need of jobs search for great websites here at &lt;a href="http://www.simpy.com/user/daws122"&gt;Simpy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9420835-3055915858685013507?l=blogginmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3055915858685013507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9420835&amp;postID=3055915858685013507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/3055915858685013507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/3055915858685013507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/2006/10/untouchable-why-dont-i-agree.html' title='The Untouchable, Why Don&apos;t I Agree'/><author><name>Daws122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004860152666747697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c216/daws122/Dave2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9420835.post-2422436162784592188</id><published>2006-09-25T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T07:33:03.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Al Bundy of TWC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I have been working at the mall for some time now. Sole Outdoors was the name of the store when I was hired and now it is called The Walking Company or TWC. As Track 'n Trail went out of buisness so did Sole Outdoors. So here I am working for yet another shoe company selling the same old shoes for I don't know how many years, maybe 6 now? (Russ any ideas?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well when I started you know I just wanted maybe 8 hours a week. Now I find myself working about 15 hours a week and becoming a key holder.  Anyone that works alot of hours knows that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you run into everyone at the mall. Meaning young, old, skinny, fat, you name it you see it. But when you have to deal with these crazy people it makes for some interesting selling stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a closing shift. I had been working for a few hours and a woman comes in and starts to shop the walls with her eyes. As a good employee, I greet her with-in the first 15 seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daws122&lt;/strong&gt;: "Hello mam, how are you doing tonight?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; " Just looking"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daws122&lt;/strong&gt;: (thinking to myself, cool I didnt know I asked what she was doing. I mean I can see she is just looking, so I say:) "Well thats great what are you looking for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: "shoes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daws122:(&lt;/strong&gt;thinking to myself: Jesus, am I going to have to probe her for every thing, Shoot me now!) "well what kind of shoes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman:"&lt;/strong&gt;Comfortable ones"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daws122&lt;/strong&gt;: (To myself: OMG No shit) " Well lets talk shoes... About 30 min. later I start to bring shoes out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she eventually trys them on. Finds out that she picks 4 pairs of shoes to buy. I am thinking sweet big sale. The trouble was worth the effort.  I then start showing shoe care products for her shoes that she was wearing into the store and how to take care of her new shoes. As I start to apply the product to her shoes they start to look brand new again. This woman was so impressed with this product. She said " I will take that!" So sweet I gather up her shoes and walk up to the cash wrap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I begin to ring up her shoes and the shoe care I give the total. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daws122: &lt;/strong&gt;Mam, that will be $563.32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh my for shoe care, that is expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daws122&lt;/strong&gt;: No mam that is for the 4 pairs of shoes and the shoe care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh I just want the shoe care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daws122&lt;/strong&gt;: ( To myself: Holy shit, all that work and all she wants is shoe care. I lost a 500.00 sale to 5.95 shoe care product.) Okay that will be 5.95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So she opens her purse to pay and starts to rumage through it. Digging all over like she was a Gold Miner looking for a tiny chip of shiny goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh my goodness, I dont have my debit card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daws122&lt;/strong&gt;: Well we do take cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: Sorry I just dont have any. Could you hold that for me and I will be back? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daws122:&lt;/strong&gt; You want me to hold the shoe care? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: Can you do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At this point I was about ready to strangle myself. Could it get worse. Well believe it or not it sure can. Anything can happen in retail. That is why I am the Al Bundy of TWC because it seems to only happen to me at that store. I am doomed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bet on lotto numbers 3, 11, 17, 24,48 pb 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9420835-2422436162784592188?l=blogginmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/2422436162784592188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9420835&amp;postID=2422436162784592188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/2422436162784592188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/2422436162784592188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-al-bundy-of-twc.html' title='I&apos;m Al Bundy of TWC'/><author><name>Daws122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004860152666747697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c216/daws122/Dave2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9420835.post-8500761076733041236</id><published>2006-09-12T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T06:53:49.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being The Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being the job these days seems really hard for people to get. You know maybe it's because they don't want to be the job. What does it mean to be the job you say? Well to me being the job means doing what it takes to be part of a successful business. I mean you have daily tasks to do, everyone does. But it's the difference between just doing you tasks and not caring to do anything else to be successful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is an example. You get to work on time, and getting to your everyday rituals. Almost robotic instincts take over and you just do it everyday. The same things everyday.  Well were does that leave us. Bored that's right! Very good you can say the answers out loud no one will care. But you're bored. Well if someone was the job they tend to not get bored as easy. Here is the reason why. When you are the job you do your daily routine and maybe switch it up alittle. If someone comes up to you and says hey I am so busy, you say what can I do to help? Then do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being the job doesn't mean you're the &lt;em&gt;Bitch&lt;/em&gt;.  Bitch meaning doing all the shitty parts of the job. For sure there are shitty enjoyable part of any job, but they are in every job. I mean no one likes to do the dishes do they? Well they have to be done. Being the jobs means doing all parts of the job, making your self a hard worker that knows all parts of the business. Who is more valuable to the company then you? You or the person that is always bitching or the one that doesn't mind doing the bitch work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As my brother once said to me, Hard work really pays off.  Listen up, it really does payoff too. Always remember that you are getting paid to set goals and accomplish them. Remembering that the goals aren't always yours but sometimes the companies goals. They are paying you. Not the other way around. If you aren't happy with your pay well most likely you will do less work right. Well then in the long run you are getting paid enough. Some times potential is hidden in the job.  So remember to be the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Confucius Say: To bitch you must first know what it is like to be the bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9420835-8500761076733041236?l=blogginmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8500761076733041236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9420835&amp;postID=8500761076733041236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/8500761076733041236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/8500761076733041236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/2006/09/being-job.html' title='Being The Job'/><author><name>Daws122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004860152666747697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c216/daws122/Dave2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9420835.post-7270099545099523268</id><published>2006-09-06T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T05:55:23.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke Break Heaven, No Thats Just Smoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/35/1150/1600/photo07.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/35/1150/320/photo07.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smoke breaks are one of the biggest pet peeves. In the world we live in there is nothing you can do about them. Well till now. Business's in Michigan are making so that you can't smoke at all on that business property. They have even gone as far to fire people for smoking in their homes. Crazy, impossible you say. Well it's happened. The reason being, that the employer pays their insurance. You can figure out the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me that isn't the worst part. It's that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Smoke+Break"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smoke Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; that really gets me. The coming into work and then complaining about "dude, I need a smoke" then every 20 minutes you take a 10 minutes smoke break. Then in between those smoke breaks you shake and the only thing you can say is "oh man it's so boring today, I'm gonna go smoke." or "I ask you to get a task done and you say "There is no way I could get that done, There isn't enough time" then take a smoke break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this one really gets me the most is. When smokers are smoking outside (because they can't smoke inside) and they are smoking right in front of the entrance to a building. So the nonsmokers have to walk right in there smoke. Again affecting the people that don't want to have anything to do with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, I am all for doing what ever you choose. As a manager, owner in a business, I believe it promotes lazy, and careless people. You need to be the Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So for us nonsmokers when you see white clouds near the entrance of a building you might think it's an angel floating about to protect you, it's not. It's a person with fag filling the air with vile smoke. Close your eyes, mouth, and nose and hope you don't run into the door. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/35/1150/1600/photo07.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/35/1150/1600/photo07.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/35/1150/1600/photo07.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/35/1150/1600/photo07.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9420835-7270099545099523268?l=blogginmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7270099545099523268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9420835&amp;postID=7270099545099523268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/7270099545099523268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/7270099545099523268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/2006/09/smoke-break-heaven-no-thats-just-smoke.html' title='Smoke Break Heaven, No Thats Just Smoke'/><author><name>Daws122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004860152666747697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c216/daws122/Dave2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9420835.post-9186227421861771518</id><published>2006-09-05T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T11:24:58.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>555-"O"112</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay why is that people think that when you are giving out a phone number that a Zero turns into the letter '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O'&lt;/span&gt;? It drives me crazy! No even more when I go to a store to purchase some goods, and the associate behind the counter says that will be one thirty-two. '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;' eight. What the hell am I suppose to pay you with, sesame street cookies? I didn't realize that money came in the forms of letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come on people I see this all the time. Money and letters don't belong together. Well what I mean is if I owe one thirty-two. '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;' eight. Then just say One hundred and thirty two dollars and eight cents please. It's not that difficult.  I mean are we a world of idiots? I am starting to think we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please do everyone a favor and correct them when they do this terrible thing. Maybe we can link this blog back to my last blog, called "Screen Names, Our Alter-Egos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9420835-9186227421861771518?l=blogginmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/9186227421861771518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9420835&amp;postID=9186227421861771518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/9186227421861771518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/9186227421861771518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/2006/09/555-o112.html' title='555-&quot;O&quot;112'/><author><name>Daws122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004860152666747697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c216/daws122/Dave2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9420835.post-5800860201626154284</id><published>2006-09-01T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:56:58.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screen Names, Our Alter Egos</title><content type='html'>...Screen names our becoming our alter egos. I mean look at the crazy names that we pick for ourselves. I am Daws122 and there is Lada (shout out), Kit98, Shortstuff54666. Some of these I actually can and do use as names. Is this crazy talk? Does anyone really portray who they really are online? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(I hope the answer to that is yes and no)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be scary out there. So we come up with these screen names that we in then use in our real lives outside in the real world. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, okay I know not everyone does so chill!&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I know my real name is Dave. But maybe in 40 years Dave will be obsolete. Maybe, our kids will be naming their kids FirstZion1, or Orbmatrix. Will this mean that we wont live our lives day-to-day like we are? Will we live in a Internet driven society more then it is today? This is crazy talk, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Screen Names are the first step to moving into the age of creating alter egos. Soon we world of people that don't know who we really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9420835-5800860201626154284?l=blogginmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5800860201626154284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9420835&amp;postID=5800860201626154284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/5800860201626154284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/5800860201626154284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/2006/09/screen-names-our-alter-egos.html' title='Screen Names, Our Alter Egos'/><author><name>Daws122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004860152666747697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c216/daws122/Dave2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9420835.post-115711293677958177</id><published>2006-09-01T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T06:25:56.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VMA'S more like the BMA'S</title><content type='html'>Well I don't know if I am just getting old but did the VMA'S just not seem the same? Is it that I am just getting to old for this or is it that the VMA'S are just getting old? Like a fine wine it should get better with age, unlike myself that is turning grey and feeling the affects of staying up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they change the name from the VMA'S to the BMA'S? Boring Music Awards. When did it become the norm to wear 3 dangling necklaces that hang to your waist with diamonds all over it? Hey I get it your a star. But when your sporting a prep Polo with jeans that are baggy, and these necklaces what are you trying to say? Well, I don't know either so don't ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major question though. When did the VMA'S turn into the Oscars? These are music videos. What ever happened to the days were crazy rockers would climb up on some weird look thing on the stage? We are talking about a t.v. station that doesn't play music as often as a reality show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to say that this Blog is in dedication to my best sister-in-Law Laura "Bora". To inspire me to Bitch for fun. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9420835-115711293677958177?l=blogginmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/115711293677958177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9420835&amp;postID=115711293677958177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/115711293677958177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9420835/posts/default/115711293677958177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogginmymind.blogspot.com/2006/09/vmas-more-like-bmas.html' title='VMA&apos;S more like the BMA&apos;S'/><author><name>Daws122</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14004860152666747697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c216/daws122/Dave2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
