do

do, do, do, doo, do, do, do, do, doo, do, do, do, do, do, doooooo staaaaarrrrrrrt spreading the newssssssaa.....i'm bored off my asssssssaa....i don't have work to do and there's...two more hours leeeeeeffffffft......i'd love to fill...this plaaaace..with..dynomiiiiiiiitte...and seeee it..go..down...IN FLAAAAMMMMMEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!! do, do, do, do, do, do, yaaaaay!

cops

were peeling out of here today. yay someone dialed 911 again and they are certainly (with every reason to be) getting pissed off. this morning was dreadfully boring so i took up a new work stance. i sat in my chair with my arms folded staring at my computer like i was reading a huge document when really my brain was shutdown and i was spaced out. i'm practicing to be a live statue performer in the park for extra cash. although my practice is lacking heckling bums fighting for my space, kids testing out their water balloon range and insane bible thumpers telling everyone that they are indeed going to hell because they are wearing a short skirt or have long hair. come on 4:30!!

warnings

were dismissed and i completely forgot that this day was coming. this day being yesterday and the fact that grand theft auto san andreas came out on xbox. i will have to communicate with the girl during game loading pauses or bathroom breaks for the next few months. i said my sweet good bye to her while she was standing in front of me holding the game box and professing her love to it. (insert paragraph break here as requested) in keeping with the tradition that the musician started, here is a list of things that people have searched for via yahoo that displayed my andischmandi blog including the ranking that it popped up as: big rig games - 12, passed out pics - 28, gut punching pictures - 46, nobody called today she hung up - 11, no poop - 7, white girl hotties - 12 and spit at the coworker game - 1. i am a very proud lady.

multitasking

tripped me up last night. i was heading out the door to go grocery shopping and i wanted to wash towels while i was out and i grabbed those and locked the door and out i went. (there is a locked door between our main living space and our laundry room - why? - because it also has the other apartments fuse boxes and water heaters that they need access to) as i closed the door i was thinking that i did not have my keys. i dug around and sure enough, no keys. i then called the girl who was still in the burbs and she headed home to save me. during my hour of hanging out in the laundry room, i washed the towels and dug through some bags that the girl found in her parent's garage when they were moving. i contemplated the morals of going through her stuff first, tried to call her to ask if it were ok and then made the decision to just go for it. i found a lot of old pictures and i was looking up some of the crew in her high school yearbook when she let me out of there. we have to dial 9 to call out here at work. i know some places are 8 and i don't think it will be 9 here too much longer. our new phones don't beep when you depress a button. i say figure that out and just dial or look at the screen if you need reassurance that you hit the button. we've had a couple people dialing 911 because they hit 9 and got a dial tone and then they hit 1 and don't here it beep so they hit 1 again. guess who is one of those people. no fingers man. he just did it a few minutes ago. he said "i was trying to dial a 919 number and i hung up before anyone answered." "oh, it registers the call that fast?" "oh, sorry." i don't think today was his first time or his last time. i'll try to keep a running tab on it.

win

masterbatters win! we played a team that creamed us last time. apparently it's ok for the opposing coach to stand by me on the field and talk to me while i try to coach third base and it seems to also be ok for the opposing team to pull a base runner off of the base and tag her while she is still holding her arms. that ump certainly deserved to hear what i had to say about that. he also took off right after the game with my sign up sheet that is suppose to be turned in prior to the game. well, i don't know that for sure. either he took off with it or the opposing team took it. that's the paper that the winning team is suppose to write the score on. if the winning team doesn't do that, they forfeit the game. the opposing coach told me "don't worry about it. i'll write the scores on my paper and everything will be ok." oh sure. i guess they only told us about that forfeit thing two hundred times because they didn't have any other information for us and i should completely trust you after all of the bullshit your team pulled during the game. so i grabbed a blank one and forged everyone's signature. hahahahaha. that was a funny paper. it was just a bunch of scribbles. so it matched the original exactly.