As you can see, I finally got around to renaming my blog. Unfortunately, it looks more like a travel blog than a trip into the world of Gar. Please keep your opinions to yourself. It'll grow on you like a fungus because I'm a fungi.
I don't know how many people who read this also see my Facebook posts. A couple of weeks ago I mentioned something derogatory about the place I work. I've been working here for 12 years and deadlines have always been more of a random shot in the dark than anything to strive for.
About two weeks ago I went on vacation. Corporate wanted something done by Friday and I left on Thursday without having finished it. Here again, 12 years of experience had taught me that deadlines were, in fact, someone with tremors throwing a dart at the side of a barn 50 yards away; behind their back and blindfolded.
Well, two weeks ago, they inexplicably really needed it done by Friday. So, the bastards called me while on vacation and accused me of missing the deadline with questions concerning how I was going to get it to them by Friday since I was on vacation. I managed to pull a few strings and had a colleague of mine get it to them by Monday.
This was all for my work trip to England scheduled for this Saturday.
Today, the corporate deadline people said, "There's no way we'll be ready by Saturday so we're delaying the install trip for two weeks." I'll be getting my hip operated on in about 3 weeks so my trip to England is suddenly canceled. Even after they interrupted my vacation because of "invented" deadlines. The bastards.
There. Now, I'm done venting.
Speaking of venting, do you know why birds are always irritated in the morning? Because their bills are over dew.
Boom chic bye.