Salvation Army Drum, a new meaning.

Suddenly my mind slowed down, and I did not know how to update my photosite. It was painful to rebuild the whole thing. On a normal circumstance I would just adjust the new photos that I've worked on, then edit some xml/html, and then upload just those new photos+modified html/xml. But no, my mind had to go to la la land, and leave me on a blank mode. Anyways I added two more photos from Dana&Ellie's stay here in DC. And please, some one add a comment on one of the photos, so I know the comment function works.

Rebuilding the site was actually a good thing, when I first made it, I left the photos on full resolution at 2560X1920@~4megs per photo. It was slower than a mule riding on a snail. I resized them to 1024X768, so now jumping from one photo to another is much faster.

On to other news;

Sometimes, I starve because I'm just to lazy to cook anything. Sure ramen's are pretty handy, but eventually even ramen runs out. Now I don't have to worry about dinner anymore though. My brother began to bring a couple of left over pastries from his coffee shop.

As always, at work there is a splash of stress due to other people's idiocies. I'm always the "cleaner" of other's mess because I'm "dependable". Now most people would say that being imporant, or dependable at work is a good thing. For a slacker like myself, it's not, why do you ask? Because it means MORE work for me. I'm hounded my boss, with "Could you please do this for me?", "Could please take care of this.", "Blah blah blah.". Sigh... When I tell him, "Hey, you know there are other people in this department right?", the dreaded reply, "But you are dependable!". I think to myself, if I'm dependable, how about a raise, HMMMM?

The problem is two fold. My immediate boss cannot authorize a raise, and the boss above him HATES me. The other thing is that I'm late to work every single day, and I SLACK a lot at work, when nothing really is assigned to me.

So someone did a doodoo at work, so I'm trying to track down previous paperwork. Look at our database and of course, there isn't anything there. Ok I have to go old school and search for a hard copy in the file cabinets. At this point I'm praying "Please Jesus, I'll be a devout Christian if the coworker kept all the paperwork in order." So I'm at it, looking for the paper, but I realize that the papers are not in any particular order.... I snapped. I drag the filing thing towards the front of his desk:
me: Here, why don't you look for the paper yourself?
boss: Why?
me: Do I look like a master of the custodial arts? I'm not going to clean someone's mess, specially when the papers are not in any particular order. This is going to take forever.
boss: Jesus Christ!

Now it's really rare for my boss to say the "lord's name in vain", because he is a pastor on weekends.

Though he understood my frustation, and told me to forget about it.

It's funny, that he is a pastor though, like near the weekends, when I show up late, he is like "What sinful things did you do yesterday, that made you come late today?" hehe

me: "I got plastered and beat the shit out of someone, so if police shows up asking for me, tell them you don't know any korean/brazilian."
boss: "Guuuunther."
me: "Ok, really, I banged this girl like a salvation army drum the whole night, and I was too tired to wake up on time."
boss:"Guuunnther."
me:"I drank too much yesterday..."
boss:"*coworker's name here*, please take this boy to church on Sunday."
me:"sigh."

Boy... a 27 years old boy... muhahaha

There was a comment about evil=fun thus, girls=fun. Which is true, but fun=time+money, thus girls=time+money. And time+money=work, thus;

Work out an equation, where girl+evil is kept, yet the money+time=work is out, then we will have the holy grail all guys are looking for :P

Ok back to the gym,
Behave kids.