Double Flee A

Well, the idiotic porn-surfing thing went away at work, which is good. I was going to be in trouble but it looks like someone without an entirely intrarectal head talked to the completely so manager of this department and they decided to leave me alone. If they hadn't decided that, I would have had to shine some light on the poor stupid bastards, and this way the management stays nice and comfortable and secure in their hazy computerworld illusions. And who am I to deprive someone of their illusions?

Accidental porn news story, Safe for work

My "Captain Fantastic" nametag is getting a positive response. I decided that anyone that has no job description because he's expected to do almost everything ought to be able to name his own job, and that's what I've named mine. There are pharmacy technicians, there are Pyxis technicians, and then there's me, Captain Fantastic. I do it all, baby. It makes people smile, too. They like to say the words. Words like that aren't words you get the chance to say every day, and when people say them it's like a plant somewhere in side them is getting watered. A nice big green plant.

In other news, I need a letter of reference from someone who isn't in my family to get into watch making school. Please zap me one, and the winner gets a twelve pack of beer or anything of comparable value, excluding a political donation to you-know-who. I'd rather not do that. I need that thing quick, as in by tomorrow night at six p.m. central.

posted by dale @ 6:23 PM