10/2/2012

Ok, I know I promised to tell y'all about yesterday’s adventures, but I found out some more “good news” about Pumpenstein.  By the way, I'm not sure what the hell that link under Pumpenstein was yesterday, Spiderman put that in but it made ZERO sense to me.  I guess he found it amoosing for some reason, but I have no clue what they were going on about.  What the fuck is a “pump marker” anyway?  I mean, I've seen pictures on them intergoogles porn sites of women doing stuff with Sharpies and Magic Markers but… no, surely not.  Anyhoo, what I found out was that the TriStar folding stock for the Cobra Tactical also fits the Mossberg 500, so a stock for a Mossberg 500 otter fit on Pumpenstein.  Bloodbath & Beyond has lots of options for the Mossberg 500 so I think I'm going to be buying a stock and trying it out soon.  I wonder if the fore end for a Mossy will fit Pumpenstein.  Hmm, I wonder if Pumpenstein's action will fit my Bullpup stock.  That might help with the weight of my Mossy.  That damned thing is heavy!  Well, not as heavy as the Auto 5, but what is?  THAT is a heavy mo-fo!  I'd be willing to bet it weighs twice as much as Pumpenstein… and I know it weighs 6.3 pounds according to them intergoogles.  Yeah, I wouldn’t be surprised if the A5 weighs over 12 pounds.  Oh, I just realized why I can't use Pumpenstein in the Bullpup stock… well, amongst many reasons probably; the action release button is in a different location on the Cobra Tactical versus the Mossberg 500.  Well, that’s good since I didn’t really want to take the two of them apart and cobble together something.  Ok, enough of that; back to the narrative.  Yesterday I arrived at work at the usual time and checked out the phone system in the War Room.  Then I headed across to the TOB to look at the Heritage Room which I couldn’t do Friday.  I power-cycled the rack but still didn’t get a dial tone on the phone.  Kara showed up and hooked her laptop to the system but couldn’t find the phone dialer on the network.  We power-cycled just the phone to no avail.  I called service and scheduled a tech to come look it over.  When we had exhausted our expertise, I headed to the shuttle van to go back across the street and was told that “Clipboard John” had just gotten off to test the phone in that room.  I went back in and we tested the phone line.  It had dial tone, which didn’t surprise me because we had already diagnosed the issue to be elsewhere.  I thanked him for his service and headed back to the van.  Larry dropped me off at the front door and I went to Fifi in the parking garage.  I'd parked in a really tight spot between a concrete pole and a dually pickup.  I caught the passenger mirror on the pole while backing out.  I had to stop and re-adjust it.  I didn’t get it right.  I headed to the dentist anyway.  I arrived there with five minutes to spare before my appointment so I waited.  She cleaned my teeth and the dentist had a look around in there.  They seem happy with the progress my gums are making.  I headed back to the railroad via the credit onion.  Well, I have to go take a projector to someone and then I think I'll go to lunch.  I'll finish this later.  Ok, it is later.  At the credit onion, I handed over the paperwork from the body shop and the check from the insurance company.  She had me endorse the check and then deposited it in my savings account with a hold on the funds.  She ‘splained that when the shop gave us the final bill, the credit onion would cut them a check for the amount.  I asked about the difference and she said that she has seen insurance companies cut multiple checks to people.  I realized after I left that I screwed up.  I should have told them this WAS the final bill and had the check cut to the body shop.  The body shop could then fight with the insurance company for the balance.  I realized that was what the body shop guy told me to do and that the paperwork I'd been given DID say “Final Bill.”  Shit.  Now I've got the credit onion tied into this four-way cluster fuck and I don’t see it getting resolved in an easy manner.  Did I mention, shit?  I was so flustered about the situation that I forgot to get money out for lunch and just headed back to the railroad… broke-assed.  I went through the drive through ATM at the railroad credit onion and got out enough cash for this week’s lunches.  I'm hoping that this is a pay weekend for John and that last weekend’s money was back pay.  I'm not going to hold my breath, or be upset if it isn’t, but that is what I'm hoping.  Anyhoo, I finally got to my desk yesterday at around 1045 h… and by then it was just about time to go hang out with Larry and do lunch.  The afternoon was not worth mentioning.  So, there you have it.  A rant.