BACK TO WORK

Wow, yesterday was frickin amazing! After having one too many twenty buck cocktails at Pam Ann, I slept in. I mean really slept in. I awoke to the dog holding a mirror under my nose. I still made it the gym but, barely. The remains of the day were spent at Daz Bog on 9th. Drinking my fill of coffee.

Pam Ann was great, although there were one too many drunken flight attendants that felt they could just walk on stage. Way to go, SouthWest. I was completely bummed that they did not have T-shirts for sale. Really? Now how can I record my flight? I have nothing to add to my Dixie Longate shirt, Atlantis cruise bag, and sixty leather bar T-shirts. Maybe they sell them online.

Today it’s back to work; I really don’t like to talk about work on here. Mostly because it’s boring as hell and I work for a branch of the military, the one with the boats. I help people comprehend the craziness that is HR. But, today was just too amazing not to share. I recieved a call from a crazy woman, that may or may not has been drinking. She was at a front gate of a military base and called me to get onto the base to fill out an application for a civilian position. Like the US military is like JC Penney’s. There’s a box of applications next to the missiles. She wanted me to “come down to the gate” and let her in. After quite a while of trying to explain the “on line” process, she stated:

“Look idiot! I want to make a good impression. I don’t wanta do nothing online. Just let me in!”

“Huh.” I said. “I have to say your idea of a good impression is questionable. “ I didn’t have time to explain that she was calling me hundreds of miles away, because she hung up on me.