Football, Update, and Shit
How the mighty have fallen.
The Colts...poor ole Peyton. Fucker. Glad to see him not in it. I feel bad for my Bengals. All that work and Carson gets fucking nuked on the second play from scrimmage. I hate to tell all you Steelers fans out there, but had Carson not been injured, I don't think you'd be heading to the Game in Detroit. It might not have been the Bengals, because I don't think they'd have beaten the Colts. Just one fan's opinion.
The Rams. My home team. What the fuck?? Another offensive coordinator as a head coach. Our defense sucks ass, was what, last in the league and we hire an offensive guy. We have the weapons on offense to score *alot* of points, if we can anchor our O-Line and get Steven Jackson enough touches to make a difference. We just need out defense not to let up 20+ points a game, too. So, we get a new head coach and our new defensive coordinator is Jim Haslett, the old head coach of the Saints. Again, what the fuck?? Ah, well, they don't pay me millions to make decisions. They don't pay me shit to jeer at them, which I do with much relish.
So, we're having a small gathering for the Superbowl - two other couples - plus their kids and our kids. Going to watch the game on the new 51" TV, see how it goes. If the weather's good, boys and girls, I'm barbequing. If not, it's pizza and wings. But it's the company that matters, really, not what we eat and stuff, though good eats and drinks make any gathering that much better!
Wedding anniversary coming up in a couple of weeks as well. Six fucking years. Seems like alot longer than that. It's like I don't know any other life but the one I've got. I don't remember much of shit prior to my relationship with my wife nor can I imagine a life without this relationship. Odd that. Someone recently said that the 7th year of marriage was the hardest, while others say the fifth is the worst. Well, I can tell you that our fifth was *not* a very good year, overall, and if our 7th is worse, I'm worried. Too much fucking emotional stress this year, most of which was indeed caused by yours truly. However, while I get 80%, the other 20% can fall on the others. I'll take any port in a storm.
So, we're going on an overnight trip on our annivesary. Just a stay in a hotel, hopefully filled with some laughs, some wine, and lots of sex. God knows we need it. Both of us have been working overtime like crazy, then trying to fit in going to the gym, and keeping up on Zach's potty training (which is going wonderfully, btw.). The only thing we need to do is get him to tell *us* when he's gotta go and we're all good. As it is, we have to tell him when to go and if we forget, he pisses right down into his socks! Nasty, that.
Work has a backlog of hell, which isn't uncommon. My supervisor sends me an email the other day and asks me, "Can you pull such and such a report. I can't get in and, well, it's looking really bad!"
Well, no shit. My first question, asked silently as I read the email, was "If you can't get in, how the fuck am I supposed to get in?" Then it dawned on me that maybe she just didn't know how to get in and didn't want to say anything. Afterall, I had just told her how not more than five days ago. But it still irritated me, her email. I don't know why, but I'm going to take a stab at it anyway. Why tell me that my job is getting backed up? I mean, I know it is, because I haven't worked on it for the past 27 days. The shit's just been sitting there. Sitting. So I'm aware it's backed up, even though I haven't pulled a report or so much as looked at it. That's just how it is. So, being irritated, I wrote back an email that said something along the lines of: "Well, it does tend to get backed up when no one works it for a month. What report did you want exactly? The full report or the CSR report?"
She wanted both. Naturally.
I love January. Sincerely. Every year, we fuck our results. They pull everyone to get the phone results they want. So, the results for all our correspondence categories (internet, mail, fax) fucking plummet into non-existence and then, guess what, kiddies, we still don't make phone results either. Why? Because on average, we have 1/2 of our staff either in auxillary work or after call work. That's roughly 7-8 people. All day. So, to make up for that, they throw 7-8 additional people on the phones. Now, those of us they throw on the phones take phone calls about 30 days a year. January. Yeah, we're real fast on the phones. We do a whole lotta good. Bah. Anyway, work is still on the shit level.
That's the update.
The Colts...poor ole Peyton. Fucker. Glad to see him not in it. I feel bad for my Bengals. All that work and Carson gets fucking nuked on the second play from scrimmage. I hate to tell all you Steelers fans out there, but had Carson not been injured, I don't think you'd be heading to the Game in Detroit. It might not have been the Bengals, because I don't think they'd have beaten the Colts. Just one fan's opinion.
The Rams. My home team. What the fuck?? Another offensive coordinator as a head coach. Our defense sucks ass, was what, last in the league and we hire an offensive guy. We have the weapons on offense to score *alot* of points, if we can anchor our O-Line and get Steven Jackson enough touches to make a difference. We just need out defense not to let up 20+ points a game, too. So, we get a new head coach and our new defensive coordinator is Jim Haslett, the old head coach of the Saints. Again, what the fuck?? Ah, well, they don't pay me millions to make decisions. They don't pay me shit to jeer at them, which I do with much relish.
So, we're having a small gathering for the Superbowl - two other couples - plus their kids and our kids. Going to watch the game on the new 51" TV, see how it goes. If the weather's good, boys and girls, I'm barbequing. If not, it's pizza and wings. But it's the company that matters, really, not what we eat and stuff, though good eats and drinks make any gathering that much better!
Wedding anniversary coming up in a couple of weeks as well. Six fucking years. Seems like alot longer than that. It's like I don't know any other life but the one I've got. I don't remember much of shit prior to my relationship with my wife nor can I imagine a life without this relationship. Odd that. Someone recently said that the 7th year of marriage was the hardest, while others say the fifth is the worst. Well, I can tell you that our fifth was *not* a very good year, overall, and if our 7th is worse, I'm worried. Too much fucking emotional stress this year, most of which was indeed caused by yours truly. However, while I get 80%, the other 20% can fall on the others. I'll take any port in a storm.
So, we're going on an overnight trip on our annivesary. Just a stay in a hotel, hopefully filled with some laughs, some wine, and lots of sex. God knows we need it. Both of us have been working overtime like crazy, then trying to fit in going to the gym, and keeping up on Zach's potty training (which is going wonderfully, btw.). The only thing we need to do is get him to tell *us* when he's gotta go and we're all good. As it is, we have to tell him when to go and if we forget, he pisses right down into his socks! Nasty, that.
Work has a backlog of hell, which isn't uncommon. My supervisor sends me an email the other day and asks me, "Can you pull such and such a report. I can't get in and, well, it's looking really bad!"
Well, no shit. My first question, asked silently as I read the email, was "If you can't get in, how the fuck am I supposed to get in?" Then it dawned on me that maybe she just didn't know how to get in and didn't want to say anything. Afterall, I had just told her how not more than five days ago. But it still irritated me, her email. I don't know why, but I'm going to take a stab at it anyway. Why tell me that my job is getting backed up? I mean, I know it is, because I haven't worked on it for the past 27 days. The shit's just been sitting there. Sitting. So I'm aware it's backed up, even though I haven't pulled a report or so much as looked at it. That's just how it is. So, being irritated, I wrote back an email that said something along the lines of: "Well, it does tend to get backed up when no one works it for a month. What report did you want exactly? The full report or the CSR report?"
She wanted both. Naturally.
I love January. Sincerely. Every year, we fuck our results. They pull everyone to get the phone results they want. So, the results for all our correspondence categories (internet, mail, fax) fucking plummet into non-existence and then, guess what, kiddies, we still don't make phone results either. Why? Because on average, we have 1/2 of our staff either in auxillary work or after call work. That's roughly 7-8 people. All day. So, to make up for that, they throw 7-8 additional people on the phones. Now, those of us they throw on the phones take phone calls about 30 days a year. January. Yeah, we're real fast on the phones. We do a whole lotta good. Bah. Anyway, work is still on the shit level.
That's the update.