Flood Gates Unleashed
"And the waters prevailed exceedingly upon the earth; and all the high hills, that were under the whole heaven, were covered." - Genesis 7:17 - 19.
Yes, Saturday was a day of disaster at the Sherry palace. Some witless fool, in an attempt to shut off the sum-pump alarm, flicked off the power switch. And, needless to say, my surprise was considerable when many hours later I stepped off the basement stairs only to feel my foot penetrate several inches of water that stretched in all directions. Water everywhere. The entire basement flooded. After the initial shock and terror began to wear off, I found myself gripped suddenly by a vague sort of anger at whomever the fool might have been, though their identity remains a mystery. Okay, so they decided (understandbly) to flick the switch on the wall - after all, perhaps that would shut off the alarm. But low and behold, when the deed is done and the alarm continues to sound, how much logic or common sense does it actually require to think to oneself, "Hmm...that didn't do anything. I better flick the switch back to where it was since it probably goes to something else." Nevertheless, that did not occur to my nameless destroyer of property, who beat a hasty retreat after shutting the sum pump down, allowing the waters to spend hour after wet hour creeping silently and undetected into the basement like the mask of the red death.
In strange and unusual news - I went swimming in my pool today for the first time in two years. In fact, since we installed a new pool last summer - replacing the old one -, this would actually have been in the first time I went swimming in this particular pool ever. But, hey, what do you want from me? I'm not a big swimmer, never have been. There's a reason nobody ever nicknamed me "Amphibious Mike."
So Kerry picked up a four point swing from his convention. Guess what. My fuckin basement flooded, I don't give a shit about politics. Fuck Kerry.
Tomorrow I start training at Keybank. Am I looking forward to starting forty hour weeks again, this time at 11 bucks an hour? No. Not even a little. In fact I'm dreading it. And the worst part is this...the dress code is "business casual." I could deal with "business dress" because then I could wear a shirt and tie and look sharp all the time. I could deal with "casual" because then I could wear whatever the fuck I want. But business casual just sucks. Its how old men dress, and I always swore I'd never be the type who wears a "nice shirt" tucked into a "pair of khakis" and sits in a cubicle all day long at the office. Yet that is precisely what I will be doing. I'm a fuckin yuppy now. I'll have to find consolation through reminding myself every day that this is only temporary. Rake in the dough for a while, then split. Make like a tree and get the fuck outta there. (I love that joke).
I lean towards negativity. I thrive on cynicism. What are ya gonna do, eh?
Until next time...a presto.
Yes, Saturday was a day of disaster at the Sherry palace. Some witless fool, in an attempt to shut off the sum-pump alarm, flicked off the power switch. And, needless to say, my surprise was considerable when many hours later I stepped off the basement stairs only to feel my foot penetrate several inches of water that stretched in all directions. Water everywhere. The entire basement flooded. After the initial shock and terror began to wear off, I found myself gripped suddenly by a vague sort of anger at whomever the fool might have been, though their identity remains a mystery. Okay, so they decided (understandbly) to flick the switch on the wall - after all, perhaps that would shut off the alarm. But low and behold, when the deed is done and the alarm continues to sound, how much logic or common sense does it actually require to think to oneself, "Hmm...that didn't do anything. I better flick the switch back to where it was since it probably goes to something else." Nevertheless, that did not occur to my nameless destroyer of property, who beat a hasty retreat after shutting the sum pump down, allowing the waters to spend hour after wet hour creeping silently and undetected into the basement like the mask of the red death.
In strange and unusual news - I went swimming in my pool today for the first time in two years. In fact, since we installed a new pool last summer - replacing the old one -, this would actually have been in the first time I went swimming in this particular pool ever. But, hey, what do you want from me? I'm not a big swimmer, never have been. There's a reason nobody ever nicknamed me "Amphibious Mike."
So Kerry picked up a four point swing from his convention. Guess what. My fuckin basement flooded, I don't give a shit about politics. Fuck Kerry.
Tomorrow I start training at Keybank. Am I looking forward to starting forty hour weeks again, this time at 11 bucks an hour? No. Not even a little. In fact I'm dreading it. And the worst part is this...the dress code is "business casual." I could deal with "business dress" because then I could wear a shirt and tie and look sharp all the time. I could deal with "casual" because then I could wear whatever the fuck I want. But business casual just sucks. Its how old men dress, and I always swore I'd never be the type who wears a "nice shirt" tucked into a "pair of khakis" and sits in a cubicle all day long at the office. Yet that is precisely what I will be doing. I'm a fuckin yuppy now. I'll have to find consolation through reminding myself every day that this is only temporary. Rake in the dough for a while, then split. Make like a tree and get the fuck outta there. (I love that joke).
I lean towards negativity. I thrive on cynicism. What are ya gonna do, eh?
Until next time...a presto.
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