Day One

So I had to go and pull a Greg Oden, and injury myself before NaBloPoMo even began.

On my way home from work I had to stop and check on some things. One of them was a beer cooler.

The latch on this fucker would not close. It was just doing it's best to be a bitch... But I am a persistent guy (read: stubborn bastard) and so I kept trying to get this door to latch. And with one last effort, I forced the damn thing as hard as I could, and it clicked shut.
Milliseconds later, my hand slipped, my finger caught on the edge, and I ripped the finger nail off of the first finger on my right hand. And man does that bleed.

So here I am, and typing with nine fingers, but I'm still in the game damn it.



In other news from my day. My boss has gone and pissed me off something royal. She essentially complained about my not doing something that is clearly her job (as in, in her written job description), and then said that if my and my guys didn't step up, there would be hell to pay.

Who the fuck does this snag think she is? My shit is dialed. So well dialed in fact, that I have time to do her job too... But that's not what I get paid for. So until my company gives me a 20% bump in pay, I won't be doing one damn bit of her work. And I made that clear, albeit in a politer manner.

Snag Boss: "Do something that is clearly my job..."

Stormin: "SB, I think you'll have to get that one OK'd by your boss (whom we all call The Jackal), because I don't want to be stepping on any toes."

Snag Boss: "Well if it's not done, there will be some severe consequences..."

Stormin: "Well aware. But at the same time, if you have no idea of whats going on, how will you explain it to The Jackal? You have to be involved..."

That shut her up.



Anyways boys and girls. I am going to go lick my wounds. Hopefully tomorrow this finger feels better and I can hammer out a coherent post. Nite All...