7/23/09

Well, it’s another Bored Meeting day. As y'all may or may not remember, I have to sit outside the Bored Room during the duration, “Just in case.” not that I'd be able to do anything should something break, but I'm here to make the little gadflies who swarm around the Bored happy. Yeah, I know I'd just be wasting time sitting at my desk so this really isn't anything more inconvenient, but it still annoys me. They just went downstairs to have their picture taken, which kind of freaked me out since it is way too early for them to be done and they started walking out of the room. Good thing I knew about the picture or I'd have really freaked. So here I sit, in my little phone booth thingy, babysitting a Bored Meeting. I've been editing the old rants, like I said yesterday, and got to the story of Ashley Furniture, who can still eat a bag of dicks as far as I'm concerned, and it pissed me off all over again. I think I've sat on that fucking couch four times and the love seat maybe once in the last two years. Those bastards are going to the curb once it is my house. I hate that sectional. I'll call John and tell him they are going out the door just in case he wants them, but I'm not having them in my house once mom is gone. I did try to take a nap on the sofa once. That damned micro-fiber crap just made me sweat my ass off. I finally gave up and slept on the floor. Oh yeah, remember the flood a year or two ago, when they had the drying fans blowing for three days in my room? I slept on the floor rather than use that damned couch. I've got to stop thinking about it or it is just going to piss me off more. What is really depressing about reading the old rants is how little I have accomplished with regards to the various cars in the shop. I should probably just quit fooling myself that I'm ever going to finish some of them and let them go. Sure, there is a lot of sentimental attachment to the Chickenhawk, but am I ever going to do anything with it? Honestly, the way things are looking, probably not. It really should go. Barbecue Bob has potential to be an adequate daily driver, or at least a backup DD, but am I ever going to finish it, or “make” John follow through with his promise to finish it? Probably not. George is awfully close. So close in fact that he really has the most promise. But with Shichi and Lil' Wiggly both running and needing only little “short term” projects, will I ever finish George? Maybe, maybe not. I don't know. It sure doesn't look like it. I'm not going to harp on John about Barbecue Bob because he does enough work on my projects, to the detriment of his own cars I might add. I don't know what to say. I guess I'll go play solitaire for a bit. OK, it is now 1325 h and I have finally sat down at my desk. I won't be surprised if I get called back across the street for the end of the Management meeting though. I did get a decent lunch out of them though. Well, decent enough for free. It was good, don't get me wrong, but it was just a sandwich after all. We won't be going to the shop tonight as John has to watch the kids. That’s cool since I'm pretty worn out from having to do actual work around here today. Yeah, I know, hanging out and babysitting a bunch of folks having a meeting isn't really work, but it is more than I usually do in a day, not to mention I was here at 0700 h this morning. Yeah, that’s probably more likely what’s wearing me out. Anyhoo, we won't be going to the shop tonight but will tomorrow evening. I'm not sure what we’ll get done, but at least we’re planning to go. I think we discussed taking the Violet to the crusher on Saturday. I wonder if that is still on. Perhaps we can get it ready to go tomorrow night and knock out that errand quickly Saturday. I don't know, we’ll see. Hey, while we’re in that neck of the woods, we could swing by Jerry’s place and pick up a set of 280Z(X?) struts for the front of Lil' Wiggly. I really want to get that one in the weeds with decent wheels and tires SOON. Feh, I'm not into this right now so I think I'm just going to shut it down and call it a rant.