Over the past few months, I've come to loathe my truck. By extension, I also began to detest all trucks in general, and in the case of my Ranger, Ford Automotive as well. Things had been coming to a head, and when my transmission melted on me, I had taken all I could take. The bitch just needed to go.

So after fixing the transmission, I began to car ( Read more... )

In keeping with a fine tradition of my diary, I will only update the bad things that happen to me. I will endeavor not to whine ( Read more... )

The other day I was working on a new hires computer. He’s a nice enough guy, but his PC exploded twice and I had to fix it, which is admittedly, some bad luck on his part. The last time I was obligated to fix the PC, I joked that he’d must have been cursed by a band of gypsies, or maybe his cube was over an ancient Indian burial ground. Looking ( Read more... )

So Thursday morning Y.T. was admitted into the hospital. This would be my first time going to hospital for any procedure, and overall it was not what I would call pleasant. Now that I've had a week to think about I have come to the conclusion that the hospital admission process is one designed to gradually strip you of your dignity one layer at a ( Read more... )

So, a crossroads has been reached, and against perhaps my better judgment, a new course for my rear-end problems. After exhausting pretty much all options, i've opted to go into the O.R. to have Captain Proctonaught and the Ass Brigade have a look-see at my malfunctioning hind-quarters ( Read more... )

Well, i'm in Atlanta. I was actually able to purchase a ticket, and my savings account is rather sparse as a consequence.  In a few hours, i'll be on a flight to Pensacola, and from there, to Alabama.  My company, namely my bosses boss, and subsequently her boss,  were kind enough to extend to me three days of paid leave, that normally, I wouldn't ( Read more... )

My Aunt Chris died this morning.  I loved her very much - and I can't even begin to fathom how i'm going to get the money to travel home, much less ask for bereveament leave, if my new company will even offer it for 'just an Aunt', as some companies do. Tommorow I have to make phone calls, and pray people decided to work on what's usually a three ( Read more... )

Lately, i've noticed that i'm traveling into a slow spiral of despondency. The cause of which is a realization that I came too a few years ago, that I try to forget about - and when I do think about it, it only further serves to push me further down the spiral of abject hopelessness ( Read more... )

I'm desperate. Totally, completely desperate. My arse is a misfit. A malcontent that will not conform to the usual rules of arse-hood. You poop, you sit, you poop, you sit - it's a cycle of life. Hukuna Matata man - The Circle of Ass. I've become so desperate, that a website I found where people submitted their remedies suggested something called ( Read more... )

I feel like a douchebag. I just don't post to this thing like I used too ( Read more... )