Stories for a winter's night

I just don't know why these people think that I can pull stuff out of my ass, I really don't. I mean, I admit that my bottom is rather large, but I can't pull people or staplers out of it!

No, no, this doesn't mean that I like my job any less, but it does mean that I'm having a bad day.

I had one lady call and get mad at me because one of the analysts wasn't waiting at her dest for this call. A call, I might add, that she had no way of knowing was going to arrive. And I had an analyst break our high end stapler. He stuck industrial staples into it, jambed it, and then tried to pry the thing open with a letter opener. His excuse? Apparently staples are staples and all sizes fit into all staplers ... I just ... I have no words for that kind of special.

Then, adding to my mood, the city is terring up Bank Street. For those not in Ottawa, Bank is one of the major streets through downtown. Traffic is being rerouted, sidewalks are closed to pedestrians, and it's become bloody difficult to get from point A to point B. Now this has been going on for a while now, no it's nothing new. What is new, however, is that the construction workers have gone on strike. Now I'm all for Unions. They serve their purpose and, honestly, I don't know what the beef is so I can't comment. But this? This is slagging annoying, it really is! And I can't help but wonder how many of the small businesses will go under in the meantime? They've been terring up Bank Street for about 6 months now, and now, they're on Strike ...


But, calmness will return, and in an attempt to relax, I am speding my coffee break doing mindless quizzez.

All of these are borrowed from darkfire_blade

( Quizzes, cut for space )

Hmmm ... maybe I shouldn't have declared myself King of the Cockroaches after the world ended ...


Find out which Transformer you are at LiquidGeneration!




(snagged from uftaki and poptartodoom)

You're Siddhartha!

by Hermann Hesse

You simply don't know what to believe, but you're willing to try
anything once. Western values, Eastern values, hedonism and minimalism, you've spent
some time in every camp. But you still don't have any idea what camp you belong in.
This makes you an individualist of the highest order, but also really lonely. It's
time to chill out under a tree. And realize that at least you believe in
ferries.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

I'll have to look into this book. I've never heard of it before this.

Of course I have way too much on my plate right now. I have to finish Walking the Bible: A Journey by Land through the Five Books of Moses before I can move onto anything else.