I'm in Hilary's hair

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Need one of them fag guys...

I thought I'd share this with everyone. I thought it was pretty funny. BIG BOSS 3 and I are rearranging his office the other day, last Wednesday I think it was (but that's neither here nor there), and he looks at me and says: "you know what I need? One of them fag guys, you know the 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy' bitches. I need to get one of them to decorate my office, cause I can't do it myself. Know where I can find one?"

Now, I'm not out at work. If I was to come, I would lose my job. It's not anything too horrible, but I did sign a contract and take an oath that I would not be gay. Hehe, kinda lied there. So when any gya jokes are made, I have to bite my tongue. You know how hard that is for me. I've been secretly fuming for the last 4 years. But as I've been saying there is only one year left on my contract. I've been doing this for 4 years, what's one more? I have my personal life and my friends.

So when I was asked if I knew where to find one I could only laugh at the irony and tell BIG BOSS 3 'No'. Of course, I have been listening to Josh Groban at work. I think that might be a BIG clue. Oh well, I just might be happier. No, I really love my job. Seriously. I love everything except for not being able to be who I am. And maybe some of the people. But I love the work, the pace of work (when there's actually something to do), and the pyshical activity.

See, I'm lazy. If it wasn't for the forced pyschical activity I would never leave my bedroom. I go out and run on my own every once and a while, but not enough to keep me as thin as I am or as healthy. It takes a lot to keep your blood pressure at 116/62, a little lower than the average 120/80, but low enough to make my doctor test my blood oxygen level. It was 96% in case you were wondering. I'm rather healthy considering that I used to smoke like a damned chimney and I have horrible sinuses.

I haven't had a really chance to fuck with anyone today. It's been a short day (I didn't get into the office until 9) and I've actually been working. No, I really have. I'll post more if something comes up.

Where was I?

I recently realized that I have been neglecting this blog. This is due in part to the fact that my friend BJ wrote me an e-mail about it last night. By the way, BJ I'm writing you back tonight. My laptop at home isn't working right and I can't do personal e-mail on my work computer. Now, where was I?

Since my last post things have been rather quiet. As quiet as my office can be. I've been working ridiculous hours where the work is nil until about 5 minutes before I get to leave, and then 10 tasks come down and they all need to be done before close of business. So I end up staying at work forever. I don't need a personal life, right?

As for the mountain lion, I guess the rumors were true. The day after I posted about it there was another a sighting not too far from where my office is. So they sent out a warning to everyone in the town that outdoor activity was only to be conducted in the haevily populated (and well lit) parts of town. We also got the authorizaton to shoot it if it attacked anyone.

I know you're wonder why we need authorization. You see, my town is a federal wildlife preserve. So harming any form wildlife (plants, animals, fish) is completely illegal.

But we got the go ahead to shoot the mountain lion. Then it disappeared. Haven't seen the damn thing since. Oh well.

So, my new hobby is torturing people about the amount of money they put into the honor system snack bar at work. I screwed up one of the prices in my head and followed one of the guys around for about 10 minutes insisting that he still owed another 25 cents. Of course he didn't owe anything at all. My calculations were very off, but I played it off that I was just fucking with him. Everyone was amused.

Not like he doesn't deserve it though. This is the guy that didn't know you could see the ocean from work. Granted there is usually a nice layer of smog blocking our view on most days, but there are days when it is so clear you can see all the way to San Clemente Island. I don't expect him to know this, seeing that he has only been here for about 5 months. I didn't know the dam island was there for almost a year, we have that few clear days. But to not know that the ocean is RIGHT THERE! I mean, we live about half a mile from the ocean and work 6 miles from that, on top of a huge hill. You should be able to KNOW that the ocean is right there. So from now on I'll refer to him as the Dumb Fucking New Guy (DFNG).

That's it for today. I'd write more, but this is the longest blog I've posted on blogger yet, and I don't want to have nothing for tomorrow. Hopefully I'll remember not to neglect the two people that actually read this blog.