How to get the IT department to do their actual job.

My phone rings at work, and I answer as I’m oft to do in such situations…

Phone: How do you spell politicians and officials?
Me: Can’t you just use spellcheck?
Phone: Yes but none of them are in their office right now.

sore /sɔr, soʊr/
Pronunciation[sawr, sohr]
adjective, sor·er, sor·est, noun, adverb

-adjective
1. physically painful or sensitive, as a wound, hurt, or diseased part: a sore arm.
2. suffering bodily pain from wounds, bruises, etc., as a person: He is sore because of all that exercise.
3. suffering mental pain; grieved, distressed, or sorrowful: to be sore at heart.
4. causing great mental pain, distress, or sorrow: a sore bereavement.
5. causing very great suffering, misery, hardship, etc.: sore need.
6. Informal. annoyed; irritated; offended; angered: He was sore because he had to wait.
7. causing annoyance or irritation: a sore subject.
–noun
8. a sore spot or place on the body.
9. a source or cause of grief, distress, irritation, etc.

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I almost bailed on taking the bike to work day 2, because – in a word – SORE. I thought about dropping drawers this morning and mooning C to see if she saw bruising, but then remembered I don’t like looking at my own ass so I could only imagine her response at being mooned at 7:30 in the morning. It would have been a bad scene…

So I did it. I didn’t die of exhaustion, get hit by a bus, or *gasp* get overly mocked by co-workers. It’s strangely refreshing to go out and get some fresh air in the morning. Hell, I didn’t even have to drink my normal 3 cups of coffee to get going and motivated at work today. The ride home was a bit more rough, but there really is something to the whole human-power thing that I could get to like…

I’m going to start my great bike experiment and prove to myself and others that its pointless to drive 4 miles to work, when I have a bike. All it took was the gift of a bike, $100, and some of my own elbow grease to get here.
More tomorrow…

I was thinking to myself last night that it’s been nearly 3 months since I switched jobs and there are absolutely no regrets. It’s AWFULLY REFRESHING to not dread waking up and going to work with every particle of your being. When I come home at night, my very soul and ambition to live is not crushed or destroyed. HOW DID I LIVE WITH MYSELF FOR NEARLY 3 YEARS?! More importantly, how did C?

So now I’m my own boss, a part of management, integral in the day to day operations of a major entertainment complex, and I couldn’t be happier where I am.

Yes, I’m the supreme slack. I haven’t made a new post in weeks, so sorry. I could have filled up the entire time with snide remarks about my old boss, or how awesome my new job is, or about all the ridiculously fun things we’ve done over the past 3 weeks, but I didn’t. I’ll be putting in some double time to get back in the habit of posting things as they happen…

Yep, at the Hazel Park Race Track! Guess he gets to dork it out all day and gamble on his lunch hour.

I got a new suit. It has pinstripes. I like my new suit.

Why do I have a new suit? Guess.