Here we go, into the wild blue; fonder.
Hello, world.
Today is Saturday. It's an overtime situation at work, and an underworked timing situation....So, son, you're off to see the world in the Air Force...Soon, you'll be in Texas; where everything is bigger and the deer's in the antelope's play; where seldom is heard a Bush-paraging word, and the guys are so rowdy all day.
I'm very proud of your decision to do something important, responsible, and courageous with your life. I can only imagine the adventures you'll have; the challenges you'll undertake, the things you'll discover, and the memories you'll make. I envy you, and wish I could be by your side there to share it all with you. I expect you'll come back as the man you'll be forever. You'll potentially change the world, and unintentionally change yourself. I wish you well and Godspeed. My love and fears go with you. Keep the love, dispell the fears. I love you.
Today's overtime schedule once again "allowed" me to work with "Stevie Blunder"; the one guy I hate working with. He's the living embodiment of "Chong", withOUT the common sense; SANS the intelligence, and sorely lacking Chong's alertness. If thoughts were pennies, "Stevie" STILL would be centsless. He's the same guy who, when I thought I had paid him his per diem on an overnight, and hadn't; started yelling in the hotel room and the hallway, that he was gonna call the cops and our boss to tell him I was trying to steal his money. He's the ONE guy who can't "get it", that "no-smoking" in a building that the crew is working on/in applies to him as well. He's the rebel without a pause. He does essentially what he feels like at any given time, with no regard for decorum, legality, or common sense. If "Stevie" wants to do it, he does it.
Today was a red-letter day for "Stevie". Before we left town, to go to a job site 60 miles away, I stopped at a gas station for a fuel. Now, this is the same truck he drives daily; five days a week. He "maintains" it's cleanliness and monitors its performance; reporting any problems that he might see; so he's quite used to the vehicle's particularities. So, I'm pulling into the station. He tells me to bank a hard left to circle wide to the fuel pump. I manage to make the turn and drive up to the pump that will be on my right as he directed. To the left, the driver of a car in the same bay but utilizing the pump on my left, signals to me that he'll move his car so I can get there. I navigate the squeeze, and go out to pump...."Stevie!, where's the tank?"....
His reply; of course, "Oh, yeah, that's right. It's on the other side".
Later, on the site; he winds up on an upper level, handing the equipment to another guy in a daisy-chain-like way. Within seconds; "Stevie"'s cell phone comes crashing to the floor.
The same day!; "Stevie" and I leave the job-site for home. A good 15 minutes later; "Stevie", did you get your phone back?" .
..."Uhhhhh...."
Today is Saturday. It's an overtime situation at work, and an underworked timing situation....So, son, you're off to see the world in the Air Force...Soon, you'll be in Texas; where everything is bigger and the deer's in the antelope's play; where seldom is heard a Bush-paraging word, and the guys are so rowdy all day.
I'm very proud of your decision to do something important, responsible, and courageous with your life. I can only imagine the adventures you'll have; the challenges you'll undertake, the things you'll discover, and the memories you'll make. I envy you, and wish I could be by your side there to share it all with you. I expect you'll come back as the man you'll be forever. You'll potentially change the world, and unintentionally change yourself. I wish you well and Godspeed. My love and fears go with you. Keep the love, dispell the fears. I love you.
Today's overtime schedule once again "allowed" me to work with "Stevie Blunder"; the one guy I hate working with. He's the living embodiment of "Chong", withOUT the common sense; SANS the intelligence, and sorely lacking Chong's alertness. If thoughts were pennies, "Stevie" STILL would be centsless. He's the same guy who, when I thought I had paid him his per diem on an overnight, and hadn't; started yelling in the hotel room and the hallway, that he was gonna call the cops and our boss to tell him I was trying to steal his money. He's the ONE guy who can't "get it", that "no-smoking" in a building that the crew is working on/in applies to him as well. He's the rebel without a pause. He does essentially what he feels like at any given time, with no regard for decorum, legality, or common sense. If "Stevie" wants to do it, he does it.
Today was a red-letter day for "Stevie". Before we left town, to go to a job site 60 miles away, I stopped at a gas station for a fuel. Now, this is the same truck he drives daily; five days a week. He "maintains" it's cleanliness and monitors its performance; reporting any problems that he might see; so he's quite used to the vehicle's particularities. So, I'm pulling into the station. He tells me to bank a hard left to circle wide to the fuel pump. I manage to make the turn and drive up to the pump that will be on my right as he directed. To the left, the driver of a car in the same bay but utilizing the pump on my left, signals to me that he'll move his car so I can get there. I navigate the squeeze, and go out to pump...."Stevie!, where's the tank?"....
His reply; of course, "Oh, yeah, that's right. It's on the other side".
Later, on the site; he winds up on an upper level, handing the equipment to another guy in a daisy-chain-like way. Within seconds; "Stevie"'s cell phone comes crashing to the floor.
The same day!; "Stevie" and I leave the job-site for home. A good 15 minutes later; "Stevie", did you get your phone back?" .
..."Uhhhhh...."
posted by Fmouie | Saturday, May 14, 2005
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