IAMFAIL - November 5th 2010

The Most Awesome Rescue EVER!

Wondering Where The Unicorn Farts Are

THE WIFE noticed I hadn't posted the fact our middle son got to meet the Blue Angles this weekend.  I just replied I hadn't had much time to blog, which is the truth.  Another truth is I am getting tired of whining about everything.

I used to talk to her about what went on at work, but my job is so technical and boring that she redirects the conversation when I try to vent.  I'm not saying she doesn't let me talk about work or let me vent, but the fact is I just can't get it all out.  I can't clear the frustration.

Politically I think our country has made some huge mistakes which we will be paying for, for years to come.  I know PHONECO is screwed.  so basically no mater where I turn I feel like the battle is lost.

Let me give you an example or two.

I'm working an issue where I have a guy doing an install that can't get something to work.  I'm trying to be his one stop solution to make things work rather than bouncing him from dept to dept.  I got an email Friday that I needed to follow up on older tickets, then another email this morning, then in the afternoon my supervisor came by and told em I have more tickets than anyone that haven't been cleared yet.

So, in the morning my first priority is to clear all these tickets out and make sure I don't open tickets according to the priorities set out by our management, but rather by what priorities will not show up in the report they run twice a day.

So, this customer suffers because I have to handle my paperwork.

Stupid right? Yeah, I agree.

The feeling I have no one I can talk to is the depressing side of things and that is where I am right now.  I have no out, no escape.  I have to keep my job for the benefits and the salary.  I could leave the job and immediately go to work at another company (If anyone from PHONECO is reading this, YES I HAVE HAD AN OFFER so screw off).  The problem is I go on the road and probably wind up divorced.

THE WIFE and I are having enough problems trying to keep Fridays open so I can help with a men's group for my church.

I just am tired.  Tired of trying to do a good job and feeling like I am failing.  Tired of trying to not care and not being able too.  Tired of having a good work ethic and being a loyal employee while I get dicked around by managers who are playing games.

My main thing I long for is when I finally turn my notice in and then my manager offers me money to stay  (Granted he might not, but knowing the shape his dept is in, where I am the only guy with an American accent, I think he will.) and I turn it down.  I've taken too many "For the team" and to "Enhance my career."  These "Great career moves" are why I can't go to the damn Physical therapist and have been living on pain killers for the last five years.  Why I can't get a normal exercise routine in and get below 300 pounds so I can stop hurting all the time.

I better stop now.  I'm not going to eat a bullet of chew up a hand full of pills, but I am so sick of dealing with people, it seems like a nice thought.

But then, who would tell you all fart jokes?

America Is Filled With Idiots

Watch this video and cry for our country because these idiots are voters.





Hooray to the one guy who understood the difference between Keynesian and Kenyan.

HT - I OWN THE WORLD

So Uh... What's Happening?

That is a great question.  I got on a creative kick and was churning out tons of stuff and then...

BLAMMO!

Nothing.

So I have just remained hopped up on painkillers so I can get through work and come home and... I guess do nothing.

So here I am at midnight.  I have missed the last couple of IAMFAIL deadlines, I have a great kid's story which has drug to a halt, a short zombie story I can't get past the basic idea of, TONS of illustrations I need to do AND, I need to do a lifesize cutout of Shaggy and Scooby for my kid's Fall Festival.

Instead, I eat and put weight on so my doctor can fuss at me when I show up to beg for pain pills.

Being FAT sucks. Having a bad back and being fat REALLY SUCKS.  I am moderately depressed right now, but I will get over it.  Just too much real work stuff going on and not enough time to get into PT or the doctor, so I just keep eating the painkillers.

*Sigh*

Not Dead Yet

I'm not dead yet. Just been too busy get any drawing done or funny (?) thoughts in blogs.

I hope you still love me.  I promise IAMFAIL will be returning soon.

Criminal Genius

We have a graffiti artist in our house.  We suspected Lucie for some reason, (look at this picture and see if you can figure out why).

Looks almost like a name!

THE WIFE quickly cornered the suspect "Lucie" and asked her WHY IN THE WORLD SHE WROTE ON THE WASHING MACHINE WITH A SHARPIE!!!!

Lucie proclaimed her innocence.  Further examination of the aforementioned graffiti revealed the following:

AHA!

The culprit's name isn't "Lucie" as we first believed;  rather, "Lucie M," which gives our precious princess an AIRTIGHT alibi.  After all, ANYONE can sign their own name, but who would think to add an "M" to throw the authorities off the trail?  She MUST be innocent!

Who You Gonna Call?

Being a musician, I laugh because I know it it true!

HT I Own The World one of my favorite places to hang out!

IAMFAIL - October 4th 2010

Better Late than never!

At Least I'm Not Getting Hugged By A Polar Bear

I think everyone knows where I stand on this crap. I just wonder how people would react if Glenn Beck made a video where people vote for Obama and then blow up...



HT to Big Fur Hat over at I Own The World!