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It’s hot here…

And it’s the DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS! And only a week after freezing conditions. It’s official. Either Texas is located in Hades or the world is ending.

Gruesome discovery at home…

I posted this over at my work blog. But I just could not pass up posting it here. It’s not often you find a body part in your driveway…

Yesterday evening when I came home from work, I went outside to take in my garbage bins as I normally do on a Monday. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary other than the fact that the weather seemed to be shifting to the cooler side. First I took in the regular trash bin and then on my way back to get the recycle bin, I noticed something odd in my driveway, just outside of the garage door.

At first it looked to be one of those black sponge rollers. But it seemed moist, like clay or something so I took a stick and picked at it. But the more I moved it around, the more it seemed apparent that this was no sponge roller or piece of felt or mud or even doggie business. No this thing looked to have nostrils. And I was quite sure by the time I had rolled that thing halfway down the alley to get it off my drive that it was certainly a nose. Not sure what to do, I took two sticks like chopsticks and tried to pick it up. That took about 10 minutes as the floppy thing kept falling back on the ground. Finally I was able to move it near the creek by my house and I just stood there. Not sure what to do…

So I went upstairs and took a shower. Being that I’m supposed to be a journalist, my curiosity and need to “do the right thing” overcame me and I figured I should at least take photos of it. Of course by the time I was back in the alley, my neighbors were walking their dogs. I told them of my discovery (because I’m sure I was about to look really funny taking snapshots of mud and grass) and I kept reassuring them I wasn’t nuts. However when I tried to find it, I forgot where I hoisted the thing!
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Just retire already…

It’s just a small room with two windows facing out to office cubicles. It has a door with lock on it. It’s nothing special and quite plain. But there is a desk or two and plenty of cabinet space. I look into this little room every day. Even when the door is shut and the occupant isn’t even there, I peek in, I dream, I ponder. It’s just an office. A tiny room with the ability to shut off from the rest of the world. With the ability to give me privacy. But it’s not mine. Nor will it ever be while this occupant refuses to give it up. Or retire.

He’s a fixture here. He didn’t aways have an office. And unlike me, he’s not in management. He’s an older gentleman and has worked here for a while until they gave him a new beat. The previous occupant of this room I speak of was his boss. And since everything had changed, this guy was never here but SOMEHOW got the little room I have been coveting by default or just plain Good Old Boy system. Technically it was supposed to go to me. I’m in management, like I said before. He has the office based on wacko principal. Why does he deserve it? He’s older than me I guess. And he’s worked here longer. But I guarantee you I work more in one damn day than he does in a week. I have direct reports that I often need to speak to privately so how do I do it? Well when the conference room is occupied, I go outside.

“Hey so and so! You’ve got a raise!” (insert sound of cars going by.)

It really sucks and yes I’m bitching about it because it’s tough to do my job in a cube next to my team. I have to respond in riddles when the boss calls.

For more than the most part, the current occupant of said office sits in there and reads the damn paper. Drinks his coffee and passes out the mail. Making sure to rub it in to me by throwing lots more mail (that doesn’t even belong to me) on my already crowded cube. He doesn’t need that office. He can do that shit on his own time…on his couch.

Dallas Obama rally: Close but yet so far…

Damn line…When I heard that Barack Obama was coming to Dallas today, I naively thought, “Eh. We’ll get in.” He was supposed to speak at noon. I drove to our main office, walking distance from Reunion Arena, and strolled in about 11. Boy, that was stupid. By the time we got there, we were in a major line. Not just any line. A line that could wrap around a football field — three times, easy.

Reunion Arena, I’m told, holds 16,000 however 17,000 were allowed in. After tons of patience I almost never have, some cutting in line and determination, we were eventually seconds away from the doors and got turned away.

Douche

Some douchey guy with Obama’s team gave us the bad news that he would not be giving another speech outside, as was told to everyone in line prior to his first speech. Obama was already 10 minutes into is monologue when we all started yelling our objections to feeling a little shafted. Come to find out from our camp that some people came to Reunion at 4 a.m.!!!

I admit that I was pretty surprised to see that many diverse, concerned, and well, hell — that many people in DALLAS who even gave a damn. Superfical, always-having-its-mind-on-other-things-like-bottle-service-bars Dallas. I feel like a schmuck. I guess I can say I was there. But I didn’t hear crap.

The really sad part of the whole thing is — actually two sad things:

We had our badges which clearly state who we work for. However all of us didn’t really get ballsy enough to push completely ahead and walk right in with them. Security was kind of tight.

And second, Reunion Arena is so ghetto and broke down that the outside speakers weren’t hooked up for us to hear the speech from outside.

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