As you may or may not know (most likely you don't, being as you probably don't know me) I have a job. Also, as you probably don't know, my job is at a local radio station. I run it on Sunday mornings and work a few hours on weekdays. It's not a bad job and I rather enjoy it for the most part.
Well, I went to work yesterday and everything was normal. I said "Hi" to the secretary, told the DJ I was there, and went to work. As I was working I got up to get a coke and happened to look into the FM room (thats what I call it I'm sure it has a fancier name though) which is the room that the FM station is run in, and I notice there is someone in that room that I've never seen before. The DJ was in there teaching someone in another seat, my seat, how to run the FM. Well, it was my seat when I was learning, but those days are mostly behind me now. That's beside the point though. The point is, this person might be a threat to my job. At first I dismissed this thought, figuring that since I just started, they wouldn't fire me. Also, logically thinking, they have no reason to fire me. Then a different logic creeped into my mind. This logic said that since this person is obviously out of high school, this person could work more than I could. Suddenly this person was a threat to me once again. So I, being the competitive person I am, started trying to think of ways to rid myself of this problem. My first thought was to let the air out of said person's tires.
"No, 'cause then said person is stuck here and might be put to work, and that would defeat the whole purpose." I said to myself.
"What if I did the opposite," I thought, "What if I filled her tank with gas. It would cost me but if this person leaves my problems are over."
Ah, what a plan I took out my wallet......
Nothing.
"Oh yeah haven't been paid yet," I said.
"Plus if this person has a full tank of gas this person is more likely to use that gas to get back here."
Bad idea.
So I puzzled over this problem and later decided to let it work itself out.
When work was over I walked toward the door. The DJ was standing outside the FM room watching the person leave. I stopped beside him.
"Interested in radio," he said as though he read my mind.
"Oh, ok."
"Turn everything off for me and lets go home." he said.
"Ok."
I turned everything off, went to the DJ's office,told him bye, and left.
I ran into the person in the parking lot. Person was having problems with person's truck.
It wouldn't start.
"Do you have any jumper cables?" Person asked as I walked by.
"No, I don't, sorry." It was the truth.
I chuckled the rest of the way to my truck, and nearly died laughing when I got in.
"Fullback, you worry to much." I said to myself, and drove away singing.
When I heard thunder I laughed again.
I know I'm evil.
I'm Back!!!!!
Who missed me? Anybody? What - like ya'll didn't notice I haven't posted anything for a month?......Oh, you didn't. Well, thats ok. I'm still back and ready to post something.
If I knew what that something was this would be a heck of a lot easier.
Hmm......wait.....it's coming........an idea is formulating in my brain.......I've got it!
Why don't I write about things that happened in my life in these past two months? Isn't that what a blog is for anyway? Of course it is.
Now what shall we start with......
How about basketball? Good idea? I thought so too.
Ok. So we made it to the playoffs, which is good, but our game was a five and a half hour drive away, which is bad. The girls had a game a day before ours that was a two and a half hour drive away in the same direction. Keep in mind the coach of both the boys and the girls basketball team is the same person. So the idea of driving three hours, playing a game, driving three hours back, getting up early the next morning,driving six hours, playing another game, and driving six hours back wasn't very appealing to him. So he had this brilliant idea. "Why don't we drive up to the girls game, stay the night at a hotel, drive to the boys game, and drive back afterwards?"he asked himself. At least I think he asked himself. People were around him and he spoke but nobody answered. So I'm just assuming here but I think he asked himself. Anyway, this idea was revered as a "good idea" by many including me. I liked it for more selfish reasons, though. Reasons such as I get to get out of school for two days and....well....I get to get out of school for two days. Which is always good. Until the make-up work anyway, but thats a different story.
So we get to the place where the girls' game is being played and we have an hour or two to kill, so we decided to go ahead and check into the hotel. Yes, the hotel. The glorious hotel. What's not to love about a big building full of rooms and strange people that walk with a limp and have one eye that follows you while the other one looks straight ahead? Then, when you go to the pool and you think it's just you and your friends swimming, and all of a sudden you decide to look up for no apparent reason and see the same guy sitting out on his rented balcony in his seat, watching you with that same eye while the other one is gazing across the hotel at the other side at another room which you can't see but get the impression that there is something interesting in said room because that one eye seems to be staring intently at that one spot. Then you begin to wonder, hope, and pray that the one eye that's looking at you is really not working and for some strange reason it happens to follow you. Then you walk back to your room and look behind you and....... ahem......anyway, we get to the hotel, check-in, and unload our stuff.
We then travel to the girls' basketball game and they win. Nothing really eventful. So we go back to the hotel and decide to explore this place where we were staying for the night. We discovered that the second floor was being remodeled and - get this - there were no "pardon our dust" or "Caution" signs anywhere to be found. It was horrible! I could have accidentally rubbed against a wall and gotten paint on my shirt, or smelled some paint fume and sneezed, or, God forbid, I could have accidentally tripped and falen onto a nice, soft pile of dirty towels. I should sue! Anyway, after strolling through that hallway and the third floor hallway we went to bed. We went to our game the next day and lost. Our team self-destructed. One of the players yelled at Coach to shut-up, another one got hurt, another one fouled out, another one tried to convince coach to put the first one back in and was promptly taken out, and two were sick. So basketball is over for us.
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I got my driver's license the other day. My papa, a former warden, has friends at the state patrol office and thought he could trick me by calling them and getting them to tell me something far out that would prevent me from getting my license. They chose the wrong thing. For the record, I'm a good student. I have straight A's and I haven't recieved a detention all year. They tried to tell me I was suspended. The conversation went something like this:
Them:"My computer says you're suspended."
Me:" Well I was just at school this morning."
Them:"Well it says here....."
Me:"Papa called you didn't he?"
Them:"......Yes."
Yeah, I'm not that stupid. Nice try though papa, nice try.
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And I saved the best for last.
The Patriots lost the Superbowl!
I was ecstatic. I never was a Patriots fan...as a matter of fact why am I capitalizing their name? They don't deserve that honor. patriots. There, that's better. Even before the patriots acquired Tom....excuse me....tom brady I hated them. Why, you ask? I don't know, I just have. Also perfect season privileges belong to, and only to, the '72 Dolphins (unless the Bucs have a perfect season of course). It was really a great game overall though, and it was the most watched Superbowl in history. If you didn't see it then I'm really sorry you got lost on that hiking trail last Saturday and wasn't found until Monday, but I'm happy you were rescued. Even if the bear did eat your friend. But hey thats what he gets for being a patriots fan. Didn't you know bad things happen to patriot fans? Remember my friend who shot his finger? Yep, he's a patriots fan, and you see what happened to him. I shall close with this.
All ye patriots fans young and old alike: If thou dost repent of thy ways today and convert to a different fanship thou shalt be saved from the Bad Luck god. Even if thou chooseth a sucky team no harm shall come to thee as a result of that descision. This, however, dost not mean you can tell your spouse/concubine her dress makes her look fat and come away unscathed. Behold, thy time is limited. I beseech thee that thou mayest not have thine finger shot or that thou mayest not be eaten by a bear. I pray thee, repent now! -Footballfullback 3:16
If I knew what that something was this would be a heck of a lot easier.
Hmm......wait.....it's coming........an idea is formulating in my brain.......I've got it!
Why don't I write about things that happened in my life in these past two months? Isn't that what a blog is for anyway? Of course it is.
Now what shall we start with......
How about basketball? Good idea? I thought so too.
Ok. So we made it to the playoffs, which is good, but our game was a five and a half hour drive away, which is bad. The girls had a game a day before ours that was a two and a half hour drive away in the same direction. Keep in mind the coach of both the boys and the girls basketball team is the same person. So the idea of driving three hours, playing a game, driving three hours back, getting up early the next morning,driving six hours, playing another game, and driving six hours back wasn't very appealing to him. So he had this brilliant idea. "Why don't we drive up to the girls game, stay the night at a hotel, drive to the boys game, and drive back afterwards?"he asked himself. At least I think he asked himself. People were around him and he spoke but nobody answered. So I'm just assuming here but I think he asked himself. Anyway, this idea was revered as a "good idea" by many including me. I liked it for more selfish reasons, though. Reasons such as I get to get out of school for two days and....well....I get to get out of school for two days. Which is always good. Until the make-up work anyway, but thats a different story.
So we get to the place where the girls' game is being played and we have an hour or two to kill, so we decided to go ahead and check into the hotel. Yes, the hotel. The glorious hotel. What's not to love about a big building full of rooms and strange people that walk with a limp and have one eye that follows you while the other one looks straight ahead? Then, when you go to the pool and you think it's just you and your friends swimming, and all of a sudden you decide to look up for no apparent reason and see the same guy sitting out on his rented balcony in his seat, watching you with that same eye while the other one is gazing across the hotel at the other side at another room which you can't see but get the impression that there is something interesting in said room because that one eye seems to be staring intently at that one spot. Then you begin to wonder, hope, and pray that the one eye that's looking at you is really not working and for some strange reason it happens to follow you. Then you walk back to your room and look behind you and....... ahem......anyway, we get to the hotel, check-in, and unload our stuff.
We then travel to the girls' basketball game and they win. Nothing really eventful. So we go back to the hotel and decide to explore this place where we were staying for the night. We discovered that the second floor was being remodeled and - get this - there were no "pardon our dust" or "Caution" signs anywhere to be found. It was horrible! I could have accidentally rubbed against a wall and gotten paint on my shirt, or smelled some paint fume and sneezed, or, God forbid, I could have accidentally tripped and falen onto a nice, soft pile of dirty towels. I should sue! Anyway, after strolling through that hallway and the third floor hallway we went to bed. We went to our game the next day and lost. Our team self-destructed. One of the players yelled at Coach to shut-up, another one got hurt, another one fouled out, another one tried to convince coach to put the first one back in and was promptly taken out, and two were sick. So basketball is over for us.
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I got my driver's license the other day. My papa, a former warden, has friends at the state patrol office and thought he could trick me by calling them and getting them to tell me something far out that would prevent me from getting my license. They chose the wrong thing. For the record, I'm a good student. I have straight A's and I haven't recieved a detention all year. They tried to tell me I was suspended. The conversation went something like this:
Them:"My computer says you're suspended."
Me:" Well I was just at school this morning."
Them:"Well it says here....."
Me:"Papa called you didn't he?"
Them:"......Yes."
Yeah, I'm not that stupid. Nice try though papa, nice try.
*****************
And I saved the best for last.
The Patriots lost the Superbowl!
I was ecstatic. I never was a Patriots fan...as a matter of fact why am I capitalizing their name? They don't deserve that honor. patriots. There, that's better. Even before the patriots acquired Tom....excuse me....tom brady I hated them. Why, you ask? I don't know, I just have. Also perfect season privileges belong to, and only to, the '72 Dolphins (unless the Bucs have a perfect season of course). It was really a great game overall though, and it was the most watched Superbowl in history. If you didn't see it then I'm really sorry you got lost on that hiking trail last Saturday and wasn't found until Monday, but I'm happy you were rescued. Even if the bear did eat your friend. But hey thats what he gets for being a patriots fan. Didn't you know bad things happen to patriot fans? Remember my friend who shot his finger? Yep, he's a patriots fan, and you see what happened to him. I shall close with this.
All ye patriots fans young and old alike: If thou dost repent of thy ways today and convert to a different fanship thou shalt be saved from the Bad Luck god. Even if thou chooseth a sucky team no harm shall come to thee as a result of that descision. This, however, dost not mean you can tell your spouse/concubine her dress makes her look fat and come away unscathed. Behold, thy time is limited. I beseech thee that thou mayest not have thine finger shot or that thou mayest not be eaten by a bear. I pray thee, repent now! -Footballfullback 3:16
