I got a small kick in the pants today. Way back in the olden days, well over 25 years ago, I was head over heels in love with a girl I thought I was going to marry. We met in high school. She was beautiful, smart, and had a finely honed and acid wit. We spent much of our time hiking and doing outdoorsy things. I taught her how to ski. On our long walks, we talked about the future, where we would live, the things we would do—the things that young lovers throughout time immemorial do.
After nearly six years, she left me for another guy–older, more money, more successful–I was having troubles, trying to sort out what I was going to do, switching majors, while she was in her first year of veterinary school, far away in a strange city. Eventually I straightened my shit out, and her relationship with the other guy foundered on the rocks. We met up a few times afterward, but nothing ever came of it, and I was already in a new committed relationship.
But she was my first real girlfriend, and, you know, there’s always a special place in your heart for your first. The one that really, really turned you on–the one you got to know, and who knew you well. The one you spent all your time with, and shared your dreams of the future with. The one that you were young with. The one you thought was the one.
Her sister happens to be married to one of my best friends from college, so I’d heard about what she was doing–even visited her parents a few times on holidays. Her mom always liked me, and I liked her. I think she was sad when her daughter left me. Her dad was pretty much a dick most of the time, but not just to me–he was a generally miserable person. So, through my friend and visits with her mom, I heard snippets of their lives but drifted away over the years.
This morning I had a strange compulsion to look her up online. I have no idea why–other than this time of year frequently reminds me of her–but I hadn’t thought about her for at least two years. I did a quick name search on her and the first thing that popped up was a video “get to meet the Vet” introduction on her clinic’s web site. I hesitated, but clicked on it anyway. Seems she moved out West several years ago, and works in a large veterinary practice. She looks almost exactly the same as she did in high school. Sounds the same. Has exactly the same mannerisms. It was a bit of a shock. Seems she spends most of her free time out in the outdoors, skiing, hiking, rafting, etc. with her husband and kids–all the stuff we used to do and dreamed about doing together, just with someone else now.
I’m happy for her, but at the same time I had a twinge–what might have been if I had had my shit together a little earlier?
I felt a little down for about five minutes and then started to think about all the good things in my life–my long relationship with my GF, who is a much kinder person, and even smarter. Our lovely home together. The freedom I have to pursue my hobbies. I’ve been so fortunate to have the life I have. It’s all good!
So, I spare a minute of wistful remembrance, and move on with my day, and my happy life.
What wistful memories do you have from your past?
Thanks db, that’s a story so many of us could tell, sometimes with a different ending. Maybe one day I’ll make my own admission/confession. A lot of similarities.
You too, eh?
I have a woman in my past that I should have asked out but never did. Sometimes I think about her and kick myself.
I’ve mentioned her here before, but I had a girlfriend back in the day who was a competitive gymnast. We were a terrible match; personality clashes, different views on life and backgrounds. But O…M…G the sex. This is a 20-year old who could put her feet behind her head, who could do standing splits (as in legs being six o’clock), whose ass was so perfect… the relationship lasted at least 3 months longer than its expiration date just because of that ass.
Ha. I’ve gone back to the well once or twice when I really knew I shouldn’t have.
I have a lot of people, gone now, that I think about a lot. The Old Man and my Mom, most of all.
As for old girlfriends; well, I remember very well my girlfriend from my senior year of high school. We broke up with the old saw, “well, let’s make sure we stay friends.”
The difference being that we actually did it. I lost a girlfriend but gained a friendship that we both have treasured for over forty years now. She and Mrs. Animal quickly became great friends, and she’s planning to come visit us in Alaska.
Oh, and we named our youngest daughter after her.
Sometimes things work out better than you’d expect.
I have a lot of people, gone now, that I think about a lot. The Old Man and my Mom, most of all.
I miss my maternal grandparents quite a bit. I wish they could have seen my kids but passed well before.
My wife unexpectedly lost her dad earlier this year to a surgery gone wrong. Very hard year for her, especially the holidays. It’s also come with a lot of fond remembrances to be shared.
I would stop right there with the wistful and move on to one or two other emotions.
Oh believe me, at the time, the emotions were pretty tangled up.
So many times when I zigged when I should have zagged, it’s impossible to count them all.
Yup.
I simply don’t get wistful. It’s a waste of time.
Vorwärts!
And…PBrooks nails it.
I remember friends and coworkers who have passed away and miss. Ex-wife’s husband died of the Covid….
I try to enjoy who i have.
But i miss the people that i cant talk to now.
🙁
Yeah. Wish I had done more asking the living about what life was life when my grandparents and parents were kids. It is hard to imagine the changes someone born in, say 1890, lived through by the time they died in the 1970s.
I became the patriarch by default. I made DVs of all the family pictures I had, asked my kids, nephews and nieces if they were interested. I also told them that now was the time to ask any family related questions because when I leave all that history will be gone. One niece did ask a couple questions regarding her grandmother (my mother). Didn’t seem to be much interest from the rest. Like you, Creech, I wish I’d asked more questions, my Dad was an immigrant and remembered his childhood but didn’t dwell on it. My mother was good about passing on her memories.
I wish I had tried to get more information than I did. I actually did spend a fair amount of time with my grandmother learning her recipes, but I really dropped the ball on learning stuff about the family.
My grandmother showed me how to make her red sauce and mine was never as good as hers.
We are gonna have words if I get to heaven.
I still talk to them.
Vorwärts!
Excelsior!
Which one to choose?
Start with one of the times you killed a Zoom?
*snigger*
What did you just call me?
snigger, please.
You
peoplespuds are so touchy.I don’t remember people. Only Firsts.
I remember when firsters actually firsted and didn’t just bloviate about how their next first (which was always a Wimpy Tuesday away) would be the best first.
I’d gladly pay you Tuesday for a first today.
You don’t have enough money to afford one of my Firsts.
I planned on leaving town on Monday.
$.03?!
Come on, you know the Bro only takes dogecoin or Sizzler coupons.
Wistfully remember Glibs After Dark.
https://archive.md/iN6J1
NSFW.
HOW YOU GET PICS OF MY FORMER FIANCE FROM 1986?!
I have my ways…
https://youtu.be/6D1nK7q2i8I
Music for this post
https://youtu.be/T_rlNyZ3A9A
Or this one by the same singer.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPK4XeduhAo
‘The one you spent all your time with, and shared your dreams of the future with. The one that you were young with. The one you thought was the one.’
Never happened for me. I had high school and early adulthood girlfriends but they never seemed to last for more than a month or two with no real connection on my part. I had a couple girls I thought I was in love with when I was that age but we were never a couple and the first sign of feelings expressed by my me were met with her running away screaming.
I’ve shacked up a couple of times in my mid/late twenties. One woman and I tried it three times over four years but it didn’t pan out after we realized our relationship had no passion and the last several months or so we slept in separate rooms.
The One Who Got Away? A tall, pale, black haired, statuesque, Lithuanian blooded woman with the most beautiful aqua green eyes. I met her in my early-twenties when she was still seventeen. At the time she was just my friend’s pretty little sister who I would never touch and thought fondly of. We lost contact for a few years then reconnected when I was 27 and she was 21. Sparks flew. Numbers were exchanged. Weekends were spent not so coincidentally around a mutual group of friends. Hands were held. Butts were squeezed, kisses were stolen…the problem was that when we reconnected she just got into a relationship with a dude I was kinda friends with and thought was a genuinely good person. Guilt was felt. Morality won. My Regret grew to resent my inaction. She became cold, then drifted away…
Many years later, after she had married said dude, we randomly met at a party. We sat together on the balcony in cheap lawn chairs. We instinctively held hands. We revealed life long, dark secrets. We lamented what could have been.
Afterwards, we stood up, hugged, and I kissed her softly on the forehead and walked away.
That was six years ago. I haven’t felt much of anything since…
Fuck guilt, fuck morality. I should have fought for love.
https://youtu.be/DZpGTTAdGC4
And now I’m down the rabbit hole.
https://youtu.be/nrWBVEtAgOk
Yes, I’m aware that Maynard wrote this song for his wheelchaired bound, soon to die mother. I still found it touching and relevant to the concept of humans needing intimate interaction with people who love them…
Hey! Five more squad cars passed by my apartment with cherries blazing at full speed. God Bless Humanity!
A 94 year old man once said to me “Never pass one up. You will regret it.”
We had been sitting around a camp fire with a dozen others when the others all drifted away. It was just me and the old man. That comment popped up out of the blue and out of context with anything we had been talking about up to then. I guess he had been sitting there feeling wistful.
Make what you will of that.
I ain’t no 94, Suthen
Close enough Fourscore, close enough.
Keep pluggin’ away, you will make it. We need your wisdom.
That’s just a dirty, funny old man making a sly joke about smashing easy cooze, me thinks.
In my case I got way too Freudian with it.”Was she Madonna or Whore?” Sure, she electrifies my every sense and I can’t wait for the excuse to be around her…but she’s in a relationship. She can’t possibly be trustworthy if she’s open to fooling around on her boyfriend…
Or maybe she just settled for the most acceptable guy within her social circle and I was too much of a pussy to win her heart.
Oh well.
My grandfather told me to not drink, smoke cigars, or chase tail until I had turned 13. Best advice ever since I spent the ages of 11 to 13 pissed my babysitter was no longer allowed to do the fun stuff cause she got caught and struggling with wanting more…
I think about my college girlfriend a bit. We had a terrible, ugly breakup (which involved her pouring patchouli on my clothes), got back together for a few nights here and there over the years, and generally went out separate ways. My father was really important to her, and he is the one who talked her into getting her PhD. She ended up marrying our boss from when we worked in the pizza joint that we met at. Apparently, they had a great, intense marriage and were deeply in love.
Her husband died about five years ago of cancer, and she seems to have gone off the deep end. Drinking heavily, she lost her job and her house got a shit load of bad tattoos, and in the end, said fuck it. She moved to South America and now does art on the beach.
DANGER, WILL ROBINSON!
Ummm… wouldn’t a coat of paint or, at worst, a belt sander have taken care of that?
“For want of a
nailcomma the shoe was lost….”I was in love with a girl from high school. We dated for a while but when I graduated I joined the Air Force and we lost touch. Found and married my wife but still felt a few feelings for the other girl.
She must have held feelings for me because she included me in her will when she died.
wow!
I also found out that our Homecoming Queen had the hots for me. Thanks for telling me after I’ve been married for 30 years!
She’s still gorgeous.
You need to bottle whatever you’ve got going on…
He is quite striking.
Just sayin’.
Oh, I’ve seen ‘im on the Zoom. I just want a little of that Eau d’ Hobbit
Nothing like in person. Seriously, the pheromones would kill the average person.
Thank God everyone at Fourscore’s was above average.
It’s the Beard.
[insert pic of Mirror Spock]
(Blushes) Thanks, guys.
Jesus Hobbit please share your secrets with we lesser men.
Hear hear!
Earlier this year an old girl friend, that I’d only seen a few times after high school passed away. We weren’t long time involved in school but she was beautiful with the required assets. Anyway, I felt her death more than any of the other friends, I was depressed for days, even though our relationship had been short and superficial. Worst of all she’d been in a home with Alzheimer’s. I think that had some bearing on my feelings.
That’s a tough one.
Isn’t it weird how short relationships can endure in our memory?
Wow. This post is quit the contrast to the fun of last nights post. I need a glass of whiskey.
I turned to rye, m’self.
#metoo
I don’t think I ever really get wistful. Occasionally I’ll have a what-might-have-been thought, but I think they are more from a logical standpoint and not really emotional. Maybe that’s a sign of psychopathy.
I was friends with a pair of girls in HS, and I was crushing hard on one of them. The other was just a good friend. However, the girl I had a crush on was always just getting into or just getting out of a relationship, and I wasn’t confident enough to assert myself. I tried to convince her to go to college with me (not with with, just to the same school), but she ended up going somewhere else. By September of freshman year, she was on to another boyfriend and I lost contact with her. I kept in touch with my other friend for a few years, and she intimated that crush’s new boyfriend was not a particularly good influence. I lost contact with my other friend when I nuked my social media, so I have no clue how either of them are doing these days. Not that I’d change anything about how life turned out, but I wish that 16 year old me had had the fortitude to tell her how I felt about her. If only because I needed to have my heart stomped on once or twice before heading off to college. It would’ve made me think twice before getting involved with college girlfriend.
I find that I have more of those wistful moments all the time. I don’t necessarily regret, but I do remember.
I think a lot about paths. What if I would have ended up with someone other than my wife? What would I be? Would I have kids? Would they be as awesome as mine?
There is one girl in particular that I’ve never attempted to find. Not sure why, but she absolutely could have been the one.
She loved this song. And I took her to the concert where this was filmed.
Excellent db. Thank you!
In my daydreaming mode I make the assumption that my uncharted life would include all those things that I did experience. I never take into consideration that the other party may have lived experiences that she would like to include in her (our) daydreams. Only mine are important.
…well, yeah!
Bookending breakups; its always bittersweet when you leave, and it’s always the worst when they do.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjzV_xP7VNg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FIw7ERlVxU
A sentimental ballad
My wife says I always overdo things.
Yeah db I have three of those. Occasionally I have those wistful feelings until I start remembering the details of why things turned out the way they did. Then, like you, I realize I did the right thing and my life is so much better for it.
Wistful remembrance; SKS for $70
Selling my 1984 RX-7 GSL-SE in bright white over burgundy leather.
All of the milsurp Big Five sold.
FIAT Abarth Zagato double bubble – $450 (my savings account balance). Thought about it over night. Went back the next day and it was gone.
heck yeah. Remember $130 M1 Carbines?
Gah! Damn you! Damn you to hell Plinker!
I remember 98Ks and Lugers advertised in the back of comic books for $10 to $25. Oh, to have a time machine….
Non-ex girlfriend related: I often wonder if I had gotten my PhD at U of Alaska Fairbanks instead of Colorado School of Mines. The acceptance letters came on the same day and I was already living in CO. CSM was a better program and had a more interesting research path, but it was also the safe choice. My thesis work was fantastic and I got to do all kinds of great stuff and it’s lead to a great career; but some part of me always felt like I chickened out. I wonder what things would look like had I gone North.
Lol.
My son asked this week if I would loan him the money to move to AK and build a cabin in the woods.
I think that the combination of finals and his senior project might have something to do with that, however.
It’s a good point, though. Smart and sensible isn’t necessarily correct.
Congrats on bringing ridiculously warm weather with you from Minn. This is the first time since they started keeping records that it didn’t snow in Denver at all in October or November!
I do what I can, brother.
I do like it here a lot.
One of my few true regrets was getting my JD from SMU instead of UT Austin. In the end, it all worked out, but I came out of law school a different and worse person than I went in. I would’ve been ahead financially, relationally (with my wife), and wouldn’t have needed 3 years to find the joy in life again if I had just quit my job and taken the offered money to go to full-time law school in Austin.
Q – *mumbles ‘Rolla School of Mines’*
Trashy – every morning when you wake up and all day long you decide what kind of person you are by being that person.
Yes sir. It took me a couple of years to rediscover that, and then another year to get good at it. Still to this day, I occasionally struggle with feeling like life is in shambles and out of control. Thankfully, that feeling is fleeting and rare at this point.
Breaking up is hard on a guy
In high school my mon was the principal’s secretary. She was cool and it was never an issue for either of us.
In my twenties we were talking about old times and she said “You know, girls used to ask me all time how to get you to notice them.” “Really? Who?”
She could remember a couple names. One was on my Top Five list the other I was completely crazy about. I thought she was way out of my class. “Why didn’t you tell me???!!”
I was terribly shy (scared really) with girls and I probably wouldn’t have been able to do anything with the information anyway.
Thankfully, my wife was the type to just go after what she wanted. We joke that she chased me until I caught her.
Haha!
How many years now, mikey?
After 55 years – same wife and same sports car.
You are a hero! I thought 30 years (this month) was pretty amazing!
Did you get my email? So impressed with the build and it was great to see it rocking the car show! If I ever dive back into British cars, yours is what I want.
Yeah, I did. It was in the Trash. ProtonMail can be aggressive about that. Happened to you and another guy – direct replies to mail I’d sent.
Thanks for the complement. Whenever I go into the garage I just stare at it for a bit. Haven’t got to drive much – the front wheel bearings went loose. They’re pre-loaded and I guess I didn’t have them on quite right. They’re are a real PITA to get right – still in the this shim is too thick and the other is to thin stage.
My wife always gives me shit that I love the looking/working part better than than the driving. She may be right.
I wistfully remember when db was first exposed to Steel Panther. My only regret is he hasn’t spent hours on YouTube watching their videos and interviews.
OK, OK, I can take a hint…
Don’t wait for tomorrow night.
https://youtu.be/E1JsG9iBThQ
I fear that there is a conspiracy by Big Gay to turn me. They are out there, following me. Learning my habits and tendencies and looking for any weakness. For all I know, you are all part of it. If the gays could turn me, they know that the old ways of America will fall and their ambitions of achieving the Homoarchy will finally be achieved.
It’s ok.
This is your future.
I don’t get you Bro. When you aren’t doing the firsting shtick, you make intelligent comments. But then and again you make, what I think, are genuinely homophobic comments. You know there are gay Glibs. You know we love them. I don’t think you hate or fear them. So what’s the story?
You know there are gay Glibs.
Wait, what?!?
You aren’t really a Glib until Straf has asked to suck your dick on the Zoom for the third time.
Narrator: Gay glibs are fine with his schtick.
Why do all these queers keep sucking Bro’s cock?
The conspiracy is real!
Narrator: Let’s not get carried away.
Apologies. Was referencing an old Onion article.
I got it.
So did I.
Now how am I going to be an ally?
If all the gay jokes are schtick, then it went right by me.
Not all of us 🙁
You know that “First” is really a euphemism for “he’s preparing the indictment” right?
There will be no more prisons after The First That Will Change Everything.
-1 Every Trump supporter
Finally catching up with Photo Chad on Rekieta Law. Dude has a big ass Gadsden flag on his wall behind himself.
Not his studio but was still awesome to see
I think he was broadcasting from someone else’s studio that day.
To all the girls I loved before.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=H9K8GzAcV5g
Ozy…can I get your email…I figure PTB can help here.
I think that his handle has a link to his webpage. Probably contact info there.
Webpage is
https://www.theabjectlesson.com/
There is a link to Contact, which I will not publish here.
suh’
Insomnia? Hell no….just another d̶a̶y̶ night off, drunkenly banging around Chez Tres like a pea in a boxcar.
I haven’t fallen into any appliances or tripped over The Dozer. Yet.
In house Tres, Dozer trip you!
I don’t have much of a rear view mirror. When it’s time to move on, I move on. Perhaps to a fault, but I don’t regret and “what if?” much, if ever.
I do have fond memories of past relationships, whether romantic, friendships, former companies, etc that had reached a point where they needed to be over, but i make an active decision to look forward and not brood. I do not have a special place in my heart for “the One” early romance. Just didn’t happen that way.
I do get wistful about some aspects of childhood; special times with siblings and parents, as a group or in one-on-one things like going shooting with dad, or cooking with mom.
I regret (mildly) not getting my PhD. Never mattered before, but in my new job, it’s practically a caste system. I do have 20+ years of practical experience over these ankle biting doctorates though, so maybe they will listen to my inputs. 😀
Do what I did and just buy your PhD from the Universal Life Church (of Modesto, CA).
Yes it’s Cool. Doctor Cool.
I meant to include https://www.ulc.org/minister-store/doctor-of-divinity-degree
Lol. I could probably buy one from Pakistan but I think these guys would ask…
Not if you work with a bunch of Pakistani.
None that I’ve met yet…not sure what the “National origin” demographic data in the Dept of Energy would reflect.
Chineses.
The husband of one of my husband’s dear hometown friends is in the hospital with what they called “COVID pneumonia.” This is day 3 I believe. They have him on a bi-PAP machine but they might have to intubate, as his oxygen levels drop too low at times.
The wife is a wonderful, generous lady and he’s a great guy. She is feeling tortured by the fact they won’t try ivermectin or vitamin C,D, quinine, zinc—nothing. She is praying pretty much all the time until she has to sleep.
I don’t want to bug her with questions, but I wonder if they’ve done a sputum culture to find out if the pneumonia is bacterial or viral? I was in a similar position in 2018, circling the drain in the hospital with flu until I insisted on the culture and an X-ray. They were able then to Administer antibiotics, and BAM! I was getting better in no time.
So any of you praying Glibs, please put one in for Liz and Rick.
Sorry, I hope he gets better.
She is feeling tortured by the fact they won’t try ivermectin or vitamin C,D, quinine, zinc—nothing.
I’m not surprised. The NH State Medical Board is putting pressure on hospitals and doctors in NH to not use ivermectin or anything else like that. From what I’ve heard through Reopen NH channels is that the state medical board is taking direction from NIH/CDC. So, that pressure is nationwide.
I wonder what percentage of doctors are all-in on the public health directives, vs. are going along with it to keep their jobs. I’m not sure which mine is, but I suspect the former.
Good for you HE for advocating for yourself. Some of the boomers in my family were telling me last weekend to just do what doctors say. Doctors know little about you, don’t spend much time thinking about your case, and are often wrong. Just like us mere mortals.
Probably a pretty good percentage but the real problem is the aggressiveness of those doctors and officials. They want other doctor’s patients treated the same way they treat their patients and they’ll put other doctor’s licenses into jeopardy to achieve that.
Done.
I’m kinda dumb. And slow. But TIL about the Waffle House Index in depth.
And contrary to what he said, fat, drunk, and stupid IS a way to get through life.
Their life’s blood is people actually coming in to eat in a crowded diner setting. It’d be interesting to correlate the closings with the strictness of restrictions but I’m just too damn lazy.
I honestly dont think Ive ever eaten Waffle House sober, or w/o a weapons-grade hangover.
Does the job tho.
We’ve had a couple of musician friends who’ve dropped dead suddenly shortly after they’d eaten a post-gig Waffle House meal, so…. we don’t go.
I like their food and their hash browns are the bomb but I think the margarine they use is actually a repurposed byproduct of some kind of plastic manufacturing process. If only they’d go back to good old butter because that stuff cannot be good for you.
Fond memories of something good, if not permanent. Good stuff, db. Now go put a ring on that current GF ?
I’ve joked that I plan to marry mine when we retire. Just to give us something to do.
That’s 2 decades away or so. Maybe covid will be over by then…
Gf just “noped” out of work for today.
Must be nice.
don’t tempt me
https://www.fox29.com/news/justiceforsam-suspect-identified-in-shooting-death-of-temple-university-student
Suspect turned himself in. That doesn’t happen often.
https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2021/12/just-senior-advisor-chief-spokesperson-kamala-harris-resigns/
Paging SF…
Seems like quite the exodus going on with those White House communications gigs.
Good morning, Sean, Chippy, limey, and DEG!
Yo copper top
If you hit our ghetto Kroger, they have smoked butterball whole turkey marked down from around $60 to $20
I only know that cause I ran out of beer, went in, and caught myself shopping.
https://www.fox35orlando.com/news/south-carolina-animal-sanctuary-transforms-into-real-life-unicorn-farm
Strap ons. For horses.
Dil-do? Brah- thats a Dil-DONT.
https://www.thesun.co.uk/fabulous/16897007/mum-wakes-4am-christmas-drink-drunk-9am/
We should recruit her.
She seems like fun. I assume there’s a point at which she becomes unfun.
When she’s three drinks in and starts getting loud would be my guess.
I have relatives on my Mother’s side and they are all like that. Doom-cloud moves in and recriminations are afoot! Goddamned Injuns!
Ya know, once when I was a child in kindergarten I got in trouble. The teacher told everyone to sit down “indian style”.
So I went and laid on the curb with a liquor bottle.
Where the fuck did my “happy-drunk persona” come from? Certainly not from the Scots.
“…this Christmas Day I’ll get up at 4am to drink – I’ll be smashed by 9am, I don’t care.”
Soooo…..any parent with kids
Fortified coffee and a nap.
Off to the gym.
There are more than a few wistful remembrances here that I identify with.
Gravity update: even though the TVs and/or doge seem unscathed, evidently I had some sort of issue in our 2nd bath last night.
Jugsy has it adorned with candles like a Shaolin temple, and I noticed them all over the floor.
Is the towel rack okay?
Everything other than her 20-50 Yankee Candle™ candles is intact.
Pretty certain I just hit the deck.
I don’t have that. It’s just a plaintive call. “Juuuudeee! Juuuudeeee!”
My best friend in high school. We shared everything, even a locker but I never pulled the trigger even though all the signs were there. She wound up marrying my second-best friend and having a wonderful, fulfilling life. I regret not stealing a kiss. “Oh who am I kidding? The boathouse was the time!” We just grew so comfortable in each other’s company that it seemed weird to see the relationship moving in that direction. We used to spend hours on the phone and would give each other heart-felt letters. I burned my past last summer. She was probably “The One” but I don’t have any reservation in stating that we chose wisely. I would only bring her down. I would only hurt her. Goodbye “My Best Girlfriend” Goodbye “My Best Boyfriend”.
Fuck. Now I’m feeling all wistful and shit…
Look back, just dont stare. Complacency neuters ambition.
“For gold is tried in the fire, and acceptable men in the furnace of adversity.” -Ecc 2:5
Tres. Trashy. Scripture. Hmmm…
We’re your friends. We’re not like the others….
Just have to make it through today to get my long weekend.
It is no less busy than the rest of the week.
Well…
Pretty sure she’s still in Bawlmer. Good friends, but no more than that. Summer of ’78 went in on a summer rental with some friends. My birthday fell on Memorial Day that year, she comes down on Friday night, promising to cook me dinner. What do I do? Take Friday off, spend a few hours in D’Jais pounding beers, and pass out. Next thing I know it is morning, and there she is next to me, fully clothed. Opportunity? If only I had not chosen that precise moment to have a panic attack likely from alcohol poisoning. Could have been the best birthday ever.
Mornin’, reprobates. I wonder how thin my team will be today. Manager has been out sick for two days, along with another colleague, after getting booster jabs. Another two had scheduled time off yesterday. It was the shortest sprint planning meeting in recent memory, just the PM, me, and one other dev. Livin’ the dream!
I’ve noticed that when I’m running the status meetings they go faster than when my supervisor does so.
My boss, too, took yesterday off after getting his booster shot Tuesday afternoon. He called me to tell me, and he said every muscle and/or joint in his body ached. “Oh, well,” he said. “It’s a necessary evil.”
I held my tongue. That’s how I’ve kept my job for 21 years.
What we need is more central planning.
https://www.nj.com/coronavirus/2021/12/menendez-proposes-bill-to-address-supply-chain-problems-due-to-pandemic.html
“Future
pandemics, natural disasters, cyberattacks, raw material shortages, and even trade disputesgovernment mandates could cripple our supply chains right when we need to engage them most in order to deliver critical goods to the American public.”Word to the wise. Don’t set down your specs in a busy warehouse. Someone will either find them for you or they will be crushed and shipped to Edmonton. That’s a 1/2 hour of my life I’d like back. Fuck. It’s not the first time either. Day twelve and I’m already punchy. No day off until the 24th.
There are only two times I take my glasses off – before bed and before a shower. So if I can’t find them, there’s only two places they should be hiding near.
I have to carry a sweat-rag in my back pocket. I work for a living j/k .