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I haven’t blogged anything in a long time. It has been very busy. Work is at an all time high in terms of how busy this joint actually is. Does that translate into salary? Nah. I doubt it. Anyway, here we go.

Winter has arrived, all the dicks are out doing their Happy Holidays shopping (say Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Heywood Jablowme Day) or whatever you want to call it. Mark has a funny story related to this that I wont ruin for him. Ever notice that the people shopping are just rude? They’ll stab you with a nut pick if you stand and linger over the Dora the Explorer toys too long. Forget about trying to get a train sat or something, they’ll pull out the ol’ Gattling Gun for that.

I went to Barnes and Noble the other day with the kids. There were a few kids playing with the Thomas the Tank Engine stuff. Their Mom was with them. My kids jumped on into the fray. The one kid says “ I want that one,” pointing to one of the boxcars my daughter has scratched out. The Mom says, “ I don’t like that word want. Do you WANT to give something to charity?” To which the boy said, “No.” Uhhh? Wha?

Then the boy keeps whining. The Mom says, “ Does your teacher put up with stuff like that?” “No,” came the reply. “Then why do I?” “Because you have to.” That got a chuckle out of me. Mom says, “ What did he say, because I have to, that’s real funny.” I said, “It’s pretty funny to me,” as I looked at my children playing very nicely. Mom took herself and her two asshole kids out of the store. Hope you get a new Mom for “Happy Holiday” you two turds.

I worked in a “Childrens Playplace that has all sorts of games and whatnot for children to play and also serves food and beverages to children and dispenses shiny little tokens.” We had quite a job there. Let me say this: It was by far the most unsanitary and foul place I have ever been in. I shall never, ever set foot in there without first putting on a Tyvek suit.

A Mr. D. McGovern has installed Anti Virus on my computer thus making it slower than if it was infected with the Ebola Virus and melting into pixels on my desk. Every two seconds it is loading update this, update that, update to number 16. I mean Jesus H. Holiday, give me a good ol’ Trojan Horse Virus anyday over all that crap.

I went to out annual Holiday Party. At the same tired place, at the same tired time, with the same old crap. If it is there next year I will not go. I think I blogged about it last year so it is most likely detailed in that entry so, “Ditto.”

I worked the last few days at a hospital and have probably breathed in 70 times the TLV of Fe(from the periodic table of elements). Nice, guess I wont have a deficiency, but maybe I’ll have an iron lung. While there I was also overdosed with bullshit.

So the story goes: Until I choose to finish it.