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Late Augost/Early Septembor 1998 Update

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Next, i am treatted to 20 minuts of the Nose Pickor screamin at me. Did you ever see the Far Side cartoon where this guy is yelling at his dog? In the word bubble he is saying,:

"Blah, Blah, Blah, GINGER, Blah, Blah, GINGER, Blah, Blah..."

...And the caption of the cartoon is, "What Ginger hears when she is gettin hollered at," or somthin like at.

Well thats exactley what I was hearing. He kept goin, "Blah Blah Walter, Blah Blah Walter," howevor I DID in fact hear the last thing he said becuase it stuck out at me:

"...and if you DON'T get it fixed by the next time I have to fart, there will be a Walter-shaped hole in the wall."

The next thing he did was call in my boss, (the anoying perky talkattive pain in the ass womon, who also hapens to have the gross habit of eatting Miracle Whip straihgt from the jar), and reppeated the last five minutes of his grandiose speech he just made at me. Of cuorse there was speciel emphasis on that final line of his, abbout there bein a "Walter-shaiped hole in the wall."

I hate this guy

Do you know what else he does? We who work with him in the office, well, ovor the last few months we all reallized that whenevor he pisses, he does not wash his hands. (I have seen him in the restroom). At least when he craps he does wash his hands but the way he does it is, he does not use the papper towols. Insted, while his hands are still wet, he kicks the mens room door open as not to touch the door handol, and then walks down the coriddor and wipes his frikkin hands ON MY CUBICOL WALLS.

Do you know the tan colored fabric that they put on cubicol dividers. Well, mine has streaky stains from hand soap and sureley some e.coli bacterria as well.

So the whole time he is holloring at me with my boss in the room, (half holloring at her as well), he keeps reppeating the danm Walter-shaped-hole-in-the-wall line, ovbiously proud that his pea sized brain had thuoght it up. He blamed my boss sayin how it was HER fault that I messed up, being that she is my boss. I appollogize for the proffannity here but it was his direct quote that if bolth of us didnt imediatly get our shit togethor we woud both be throuwn out of there on our ass. YES, lose our jobs. And this was all because I sent a few files, (by acident, NOT on purpose) to the live web server.

The Probllom of sending files Live

We have this client who is paying us to devellop a website for them. They are one of these large dumbass companies who has been in the process of developping a website for, like, at least two years. Aftor all that time, all they have up there on the web is a placeholder screen that says "UNDER CONSTRUCTOIN."

The probblem is that they are scared to death of putting the website "live" on the internet, becuase some idiot in there legal deppartment (actualy a clustor of key iddiots) feel that by creatting a website, they will be "exposing themselvs".

Meanwile, all the danm website consists of, (the proposed website, the one that YORES TRULY sent up by misteake), is their company's print litterature. (Yes, thier existing print littorature, the same broshures and stuff you can get in the stores), ecxept that the web marketing monkeys in our company charged them a crapload of money to drop HTML code in it to 'repurpose' it for the web.

WHY are peoplle so danm scaired of the Internet?

For Gods sake, it is only the danm Internet.

In any case, I haveto admit, it was somwhat worth it to see my boss squirm, even thuogh it was a houmilliating trip to the wood shed for us both. She had house payments to make and sureley needed her job more than I need mine. Me, they are paying crap. Its not like I'm goingto get alot more poorer if I am fired from Cyberblop.

Me and my anoying boss went back to her office to "re-group and refocus" or some such crap like that. The whole staff looked at us as we walked by, and whispored stuff, probly cruel mean stuff and sureley about us both, though I didnt hear none of it.

In adition to an anoying perky pain in the ass voice and a warty little toadlike face she is short and dumpy with a big chest and a flat ass and is shaiped like one of those squat, fat, flat bottomed icecream cones and alwayes wears these high heels which are much too high and spindley and so the effect is as if you took a watormelon and balanced it so it teetered and tottored on two pushpins. I dont know how the hell she stays up there on those heels withuot falling on her danm butt.

But even so she does. Pain in the ass that she is.

Her office is in exile

She used to have a nice ofice. But because of her chronnic screwing up on the job, (and also becuase no one can stand her constant chattoring), her workstattion was recentley moved to this sour smelling area of the basement. It is so far away that you actualy have to walk past the bullpen area where all the scraggley java programmors sit, and the carpeting ends and the floor becomes hard cement. On the part that is cemment, my pain in the ass boss's spindly pushpin high heels go clickity clack as she waddles along.

It is alwayes very noisy down there becuase of the echo but she shut the door and began talking in this very low tone abbout how it was ME who screuwed up, NOT HER. Then I said, NO, we bolth screwed up -- becuase the Nosepickor was also chewing her ass out because her budget was all messed up, and beleive me when I tell you that her bugdet was somthing I did not touch. (I woud give myeself more money if I did).

She admits her incompotence

She said "Yes, I screwed up too," in a fake, prissy tone. I have never had a boss who addmitted their stupiddity so quickley and freely. Usualy they sort of put up a fight first.

It was an unconfortable 're-grouping'

Me and her just sat there and sort of staired at eachother with nothin to say. Finaly she broke the silence and said some stuppid comment abbout how me and her were just like Clinton and Yeltsin at that summitt meeting, where all they did was lick each other's wounds. Well, I didnt say nothin but I can tell you right now there is nothin I will EVER lick on this womon.

More awkword moments went by. We sat in silence while outside the barking and hooting of the java programmors echoed loudley, sounding like Feeding Time in the deepest vaults of the basement of the zoo where they keep all the deranged and defourmed animols who arent allowed outside for the generol public to see. It sounded like they were on aftornoon break playin indoor frisbee or hackey sack.

More savage annimal behavoir when I came home

When I came back home it was late. Granfather was screammin at the TV set and also throwin things and spittin muckey tobbacco juice at it. This has become a dailey rituol ever since the 17th of Augost when Presidant Clinton delivered his adress to the nation finaly admiting to the Lewinsky affair. I can undorstand somone being so filled with righteouss conviction about somthing, but having that persen do so on BOTH sides of the isseu is a Granfather Originol. For exampol, part of the time he is angrey at the press for makin sutch a big deal abbout what is "a private affair." The other part of the time he is upset at the president's bad behavoir, and how it efeccts his role as the nation's morol leader -- NOT its oral leader. (Granfather's pun, not mine).

Frankley I think Granps takes both sides of the isseu for one of three majer reasens:

  • He changes his mind allot and is eithor too stupid or too senile to know
  • He simpley loves to scream
  • He loves to bust my friggin chops
  • Perhapps it is a combonnation of all three. I woudnt put it past him.

    What he was screamin about specificaly now

    I coudnt hear everrything he was hollerin about but aparrently it was because of "Peter Jennings pourin' on the Canadian accent real thick lateley."

    The pompous condessending arrogent old stuffed shirt snob, (Granfather, not Mr. Jenings) told me the othor day that it was probly an effert on the part of the native Canadein ABC news Anchor to NOT be mistaken for an American thanks to the Clintin sex Scandols.

    I walked in just as they showed footege of the President returning from vaccation. Mr. Clintin was waving to the crowd, his extra portly-sized blazer flapping in the breeze, walkin across the lawn, biting his lip, nodding slightley, his eyebrouw furrowed and raised just a tad, and making that little boy face that gets Granfather so mad all the time; that sympathettic, puppy-doggish, sad upside down little smile, while in the backgruond the news repporter said in a voice-ovor abbout how his aprovol ratings amongst votors were still doing quite well dispite the revellation of 37 private meetings in the Orol Office with an unpaid intern which culmonnated in a One Gun Salute.



    The old basterd then went on a rambolling rail of abuot 20 minutes on how immorol sex is wrong and how he reffuses to join the rest of the nation as annothor one of the president's "codependent enablers."

    Only one thing can distract Granpy

    I tell you, the only thing lateley that can distract the relentless tellevision covorage of the Lewinskey affair which is such an insatiable obbsession of the old evil goat, (Granfather not Clinton), is somthing which i mentionned in my last update: Yes the Fox Network's Giunness Book Of World Records Show.

    I am descendded from a danm sideshow atracttion

    Yes he is so hooked on this show that i am more worreid he will hurt himself from watching it, than by ovorexposoure to X-ratted Monica Louinsky websites. (Yeah, right, like that's HER BODY on those pitcures -- OK, I admit I looked at one or mabye 2 of the thosands of sites Granfather found, but just out of curriousity.)

    I took annother close look at Granfather sittin there on the couch, and then I reallized somthing:

    The old Basterd just didnt seem to look right.