Ever wonder why drivers slow down to see someone getting a ticket or to view a tiny fender bender? And at the same time not watching what they are doing and cause another piece of vehicular art for even more drivers to leer at while driving?
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Same ignorance and stress, Different Year – Stresser of the Day
will be doing a piece on this soon enough
Hi Ho, Hi Hohhh… It’s back to work I go. Well my fellow stressed out followers, after a long 2 weeks of blissful Eden like vacation, it had to happen. The dreadful day of returning to the office for another year of stress and ignorance from high intellectuals who have no sense of common sense.
The day started out with the usual doldrums drive along the 210 to the 10 freeway with the usual “hands-not-so-free” cell phone chats, texters and bong smokers with the occasional old person driving so slow and so close their windshield that their breath can steam the windows. Once I arrive in my office, I open my email to begin reading some absurd and cryptic emails from my bosses. Along with those trash bin headed emails, I notice a ton of emails from would be participants for a few of our events, that for some reason expect people to be available 24 hours a day 7 days a week, no matter how mundane or insignificant their requests are. For instance I received 12 emails from the same individual asking to add something for him to our website, all over the course of 4 days (Mind you an “Auto-Responder” from the webmaster was sent out each time this impatient pest sent an email).
One email stood out especially brutal for me, because it showed the true lack of commitment and dedication this supposed boss had for the company. He instructed my immediate superior and myself to let anyone in, who comes wanting to get into his office, while he was away to “use his books.” Uh excuse me Mr. PhD. Continue reading
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New Work Year countdown T minus 18 hours – Laugh of the Day
Well vacation, it’s been a blast. You provided me with relaxation, a stress free environment and a sense of calm that rests over a dry cold night on a lake. Even though I did not achieve half of what I wanted to achieve during my two and a half week haitus from my daily grind, I did enjoy those things that were accomplished.
The countdown has started till I have to rise like the early bird and catch the daily worm of traffic back to work. It doesn’t help that I get an up-to-date countdown reminder by my son. Every 10 minutes he comes to me and says… “It’s almost time dad, start getting ready!” I know it will be getting old and I will be turning into a frustrated mass of bubbling matter later this evening. However, I will look back and say to myself that that was one great vacation, and even though I dread to be consumed by the ignorant stresses of work, I am still happy to sit in my office and create wonderful tools for my people.
Bon voyage, farewell oh sweet vacation. Till next time.
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Double Entendre causes embarassing laugh – Laugh of the Day
So I was pulling in the gas station today, when I decided to ask my son to pump the gas for me while I ran into the Vons Quick-Mart. He happily obliged and I took a quick stroll inside. I came outside and that is when the foot got stuck in the mouth. Keep an open mind and think like a guy for a few seconds while you read the words that were said. Remember this was outside and out loud in front of a full 12 station gas station.
What is a Double Entendre: its a word or phrase that has a double meaning.
Son: “Dad I spilled some.”
Me: “What happened?”
Son: “I couldn’t get it in in-time and it squirted out all over the place.”
Me: “What do you mean you couldn’t get it in?”
Son: “Well it was hard to find.”
Me: “It’s right there, you can’t miss it.”
Son: “It is a very small hole, and it was hard to find.”
Me: “(Snickering) Dude! Shhhhhhh.”
Son: “Well it was a tight fit dad, and I squeeze it trying to get it in and it just squirted out. It was hard to fit in to too.”
Me: (Laughing) “Dude! just pump the gas.”
By this time a guy next to me was busting up laughing and a woman walking by slowed her paced, and her jaw dropped and I heard a giggle. The more he talked and tried to explain, the further his foot got into his gut. It wasn’t until after he finished, got in the car that he realized that what he was saying was being heard as something completely different than pumping gas.
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Merging drivers get the bird – Stresser of the Day
All you inconsiderate drivers
I’m just driving along at a semi-snails pace when, oh this person to the right of me wants to merge into my lane. His blinker is on and I see him peering in his side-view mirror to see if it is safe. I decide to be polite and slow down so he can merge. He quickly gets over, thinking I might change my mind for some reason. He speeds up, looks inthe rear-view mirror and wait! What the hell, no thank you, no quick wave of the hand to say “Thanks for letting me over.” Well you know what? “Fuck you!” as I get extend my right hand and proceed to extend my long middle finger upwards giving him the you finger salute.
This just didn’t happen this one time, it happens all the time. Literally, it is rare that someone says thank you, most of the time there is no blinker or indication that someone is merging they just get over and sometimes, for some unknown reason step on their brakes. This pisses me off, you wonder why I don’t let people over as much as I used to. I am not sure why people have become so self-absorbed as to think a little courtesy gesture would hurt their self image. Most of the time now, when I see someone trying to get over or trying to cut away from traffic by waiting to the last minute to merge, I speed up as to not allow any room for them to get in front of me.
Driving on the 10 each day, my middle finger sure does get a work out. I think I might have road rage
