Day Off

Chewbode posted on Jun 28, 2004Apr 23, 2016

I decided today that I was going to take Wednesday off because my last paycheck stub showed the following balances: Vacation time: 232.09 hours (5 weeks, 5 days, 4 hours, 55.56 minutes) Sick time: 40 hours (1 week) Personal Days: 16 hours (2 days) Insane. And, I still have another 1.5 weeks to accrue this year. So, I went up to my boss and told him. He was cool about it. I think I'll go get my hair cut, as it's about a week and a half overdue. Maybe get the oil changed on my truck as well. I have a load of old VHS movies I'll take to Goodwill, along with some clothes. The rest of the day I'll spend on the comic book database application that I'm working on. Sick Thought of the Day: Penis Blisters

Habitual Mastication

Chewbode posted on Jun 26, 2004Apr 23, 2016

Last night I watched about a third of Tron with Millard. For some fucked up reason, the DVD freaked out (twice) at the point where Flynn is talking to RAM in the cell block right after he gets digitized. Oddly enough, the digitizing of the disc screwed up, and all these odd colored blocks were all over the screen while the inverted movie played in the background. Like I said, fucked up.So, after getting sick of that real quick, I popped in Spider-man and we watched that. Millard fell asleep on the couch...After the first snore, I slowly approached him like the prowling cat that I am. First came the sweaty palms, then the salivation as I touched the zipper on his pants. He mumbled something in his sleep and shifted, but didn't wake.My eyes glazed over. As I unzipped his pants, I dropped my zipper too. The both of...

Dentists, Lights, and Eight Hours of Insanity

Chewbode posted on Jun 17, 2004Apr 23, 2016

So, today was another day in the life of Chewbode. I sat through eight hours of insanity. Let me explain what insanity is: Doing something that you didn't realize you were going to do until someone (usually a more powerful or higher status person than you) tells you that you are going to do something, and you know nothing about what you are going to do. Oh, and you're doing it tomorrow. For eight hours. That's insane. Pretending that you like doing something for the sake of projecting an image to others, who probably don't care whether you like it or not, but you don't know if they care, and you still want to impress "just to be on the safe side". Insane. Telling yourself that Cheeze-Its are only a "recreational hobby". Complaining for 5 years that "this is broken", or "this needs adjustment", and being ignored. As soon as...