Well that's cutting to the chaseThey aren't
Well that's cutting to the chaseThey aren't
Red. Go with red.The area I work in has a Friday the 13th tradition... Its called kill kamp. They go around shooting each other to add insult to injury if the victim dies on Friday the 13th. So I accomplished getting in to work with no bullet holes in the truck.. Ripping out of here at noon for a wedding so I need to pick a tie color for my black suit, which should take me mentally away from KK
Thinking gold, but I have a dope purple one as well hmmmm
That’s awesome.. lolThere are trimmigrants
So true, is a great feelingI love to take someone who is so irritated or just plain out and asshole and have them smiling when they leave. There is such a joy in that accomplishment.
They found some mites..Why would anyone in their right mind want to do this?
I know it was wrong to laugh at that but I'm still wiping tears.When I was nine, my electric blanket caught fire during the night of Friday the 13th.
Thanks for sharing, that's scary. Glad everyone was ok.It was quite the night. I remember it clearly.
It started smoldering and started the foam from the mattress smoking.
My mom dreamt about the protests of the time and the smell carried into her dream as a petrol bomb.
I actually got out of bed, went to take a piss and then got back into bed.
That toxic foam smoke drugs you terribly. Anyway, my dad got up, took the mattress and blankets, taco'd it up and pushed it out through the window.
I got in bed with them and went to sleep. At some point, I awoke and the wall across my door was lit bright orange. I shouted fire, my dad who was normally impossible to wake flew out of the bed and ran outside to fight the fire which was higher than the roof, just outside the window. WHen he pushed the crap out the window it landed on top of the outdoor tap and hosepipe......
We got it killed and pulled away from the house (brick). THe next morning I went to school with 3 pairs of underpants on.I was fucked up all day.
There is all kinds of toxic smoke produced from burning foam & synthetic fibers.It was quite the night. I remember it clearly.
It started smoldering and started the foam from the mattress smoking.
My mom dreamt about the protests of the time and the smell carried into her dream as a petrol bomb.
I actually got out of bed, went to take a piss and then got back into bed.
That toxic foam smoke drugs you terribly. Anyway, my dad got up, took the mattress and blankets, taco'd it up and pushed it out through the window.
I got in bed with them and went to sleep. At some point, I awoke and the wall across my door was lit bright orange. I shouted fire, my dad who was normally impossible to wake flew out of the bed and ran outside to fight the fire which was higher than the roof, just outside the window. WHen he pushed the crap out the window it landed on top of the outdoor tap and hosepipe......
We got it killed and pulled away from the house (brick). THe next morning I went to school with 3 pairs of underpants on.I was fucked up all day.
I'm glad the mental funk is lifting. I'm really happy you find joy in public interaction and your work helps with that. Maybe your mom will be more inclined to grow if she knew it helped but your pain? I hope you can help her find some meaning. Good to hear from you.Pushing myself a little more everyday. Had to return to work but it has helped me mentally. Physically I'm at 75% but hey that's what pain killers are for. I'm back working with the public and that is one of the joys I have in life. I know what you're thinking, you like working with the public
I love to take someone who is so irritated or just plain out and asshole and have them smiling when they leave. There is such a joy in that accomplishment.
So many jobs has a unlimited amount of employees that hate their life and that spills into their job. I love being the exception. The way I look at it, if you run into an asshole in the morning then you ran into an asshole but if you run into an asshole all day then you are the asshole.
My first step has been to get myself back moving around and get out of this mental slump I have been in. I have accomplished that now it's time to get back to what I really love more than anything in this world....growing!!
Since my sister passed away my mother has been walking around so lost and it breaks my heart to see it. She is not a smoker but she has one hell of a green thumb. I think I will see what she thinks about growing herself a few plants. Don't think that she will go for it but it's worth another try
Fixing to go to work hope everyone has a blessed Friday the 13th.