1/24/14

I've said all along that I am a dumbass.  Well, today I have further evidence to support that claim.  It’s payday.  I got a nice fat paycheck due to (tee hee, I said "doo doo!") all that overtime two weeks ago.  I went online to pay some bills and such.  “I gots me so much cash,” thinks I, “I'll overpay some of these credit cards and car payment and shit.  Then I'll go buy that 90/22 stock… cuz I'm cool like that.”  Yeah, when all was said and done, I'm now broke again for two more weeks.  I have enough to fulfill my obligation to buy that kid’s 10/22, because I'm a stand-up guy that way… and I have a 90/22 stock coming of course, but I'm going to have to put mom off for another paycheck on the money I owe her.  I'll also have to pay my share of the Frerbruraryr rent on the 8^th instead of the first.  Sorry John.  What is really causing me consternation is the fact that I now don’t have a way to buy that second gun cabinet at Cabela’s this evening.  Oh by the way, Larry and I are planning to go to Cabela’s this evening so I can buy a deeper gun cabinet… if I can finger out a way to make that happen.  Hmm, Cabela’s has a Visa card if I'm not mistaken.  Of course we all know that is exactly what I'm going to do, apply for a Cabela’s Visa card and buy the cabinet with it.  See, I'm a dumbass.  Especially if I'm considering selling all of this stuff soon to keep the Schutzstaffel of Der Fuhrer, Osama Bin President, from taking them away.  But I digress.  Oh, how I digressed!  I just erased a big tirade against the Idiotin Chief.  Let’s move on, shall we?  So John calls earlier to ask, “If the NAPS-Z were available, would you like to put it in the Spitfire?”  I said I would be willing to, but that was not the answer for which he was looking.  He ‘splained to me that I occasionally forget that he has “Dibs” on it, which is totally true, and ask what we plan to do with that engine.  Of course he accused me of being “passive-aggressive” about it… which I totally can be at times, but not in this instance.  I assured him that it is my complete lack of short term memory, and the fact that HIS projects are so “off my radar” that I forget that he has them, which causes me to wonder about that “spare” engine from time to time.  I evilly planted the notion of using the truly spare L-16 in “his” roadster… which he doesn’t even have yet.  So, we’ll see what comes of all that.  We also discussed the fact that until we have a VG transmission in our hot little hands, the option of mid-engine is still floating in the back of my mind.  Oh, I just remembered we were planning to hike-up the suspension and make this the faux rally car I have always wanted, which makes the front engine option more appealing.  So, never mind on that then… sort of thing.  What else is there to say today?  Oh yeah, now I don’t want to get my hopes up too much but I applied for another railroad job today.  It has a slightly more “nuts and bolts computer stuff” aspect to it than I want, but when I spoke to the lady vacating the position she said, “It isn’t so much knowing how to fix them, but knowing who to call.”  Well, I know who to call!  And I suppose I do know just a shade more than I let on about the things… even though I do truly hate them with a seething, burning, purple passion.  And I can be trained to fiddle around in the “gooey” if need be… which, of course, it will.  So hopefully I'll hear back soon about that.  The posting comes down Sunday night so that the rest of the world has a chance to screw me out of another position.  Not that I'm bitter about the last job posting… because I didn’t want their stupid poopy-head job anyway!